Cactus Bloom

Beautiful yet ephemeral,

Scentless,

When they die and nothing remains,

I question,

Did it even happen?

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…because I’m Free to Love

What if I’m the part of my mom she’s ashamed of, so she says, “you’re a Rag!” With distaste.

Excerpts from “Letters in the Dark” #5

It’s as if you walked out of the pages from my diary when I was twelve. It was my sacred diary with a castle on the cover and a cheap metallic painted lock with tiny key that held my deepest secrets. I had an untainted ideal of love and who my soulmate would be.

After years of convincing myself that man was a silly fantasy, here you stand.

Letters in the Dark #4

Now and then I wish there wasn’t a hint of a stain.

It would make falling in love simple,

But a piece of me is at peace with everything because that slight makes me believe this life is real.

Life is real

Life is real

Life is real.

And that’s magnificent!

4:00 am

Pristine city streets

In morning dew

Undisturbed from the trampling

Of hustling shoes.

Except for two pairs of footprints

Paced side by side

Making their marks in this place

At the still of dawn.

Phoenix

Rebirth

From the cold dank earth

I rise from the ashes

Fanning fresh wings

Shattering flesh with lit matches,

While emanating light

As the sun watches

The birth of spring buds,

And love matches.

Shattered Pieces

I have been shattered into a thousand pieces

And those who love puzzles have tried to piece me back together,

Each confident they made me whole,

Manipulating some of the pieces that wouldn’t fit and wedging them in to fill in the gaps,

Not realizing that each time I was taken apart,

That I couldn’t be the same.

And some pieces no longer belonged.

And it pained me to have someone mold me to their idea of completion.

When all I needed was to be received with holes, broken, and left over pieces.

Going Back

I wish I could build a time machine and visit all those hideously damaged people who have murdered and killed.

I wish I could visit them as children and give them a hug and tell them they are loved and their superpower is to love.

I don’t know if that would have made a difference but i imagine it could just as much as I imagine I could be a super hero and build time machines one day.