Friday, June 12, 2026

 Still Scattering These Thoughts.... 

You'll never again see tears fall down my face

I learned decades ago that you will never be a safe space

I held onto hope that change may come

Held on so long and so hard that I have become numb

And our conversations aren't conversations

Just holding a bit of space and air as long as we can consume the awkwardness of the moment

I'm not sure what you want from me....


Wednesday, June 10, 2026

What Aaliyah Said

Tears stay hidden, so I guess I'll cry inside

A little bit of me leaves me each time I neglect myself

Feels like I've died inside

A thousand deaths, but continue to resurrect

Each time stronger, no each time weaker

No each time a seeker of what brought me here in the first place

Still seeking the cause and the solution

I'm lost here

We need a resolution

06/10/2026

Thursday, May 28, 2026

 Anxiety lives in me like I invited it here

Took me almost to the age of 45 to realize

That my life has been driven by fear

How much more praying can I do,

In hope that things will change?

I've even tried therapy because I'm aware 

That I need to rewire my brain

But I'm constantly fighting, almost instinctively

I've been bound by things that plague me

I'm just trying to be free


January 2026

Hello Change

 I don't want to keep being this version of me

But there's the pain of change versus the pain of staying the same

And I know which one should lead

But the other refuses to die

Still hanging on

Although its hold is weakening, it is desperate for life

But its life brings me death so it has to die

Okay Change

I'm with you

But this may take a few tries


August 30, 2024


Monday, November 17, 2025

APRIL POEMS..... SOMETIME AROUND 2013

Each word is an internal struggle to put on paper

It used to be so easy

Writing was my refuge, my relief, my savior

My pens bled my soul on paper and allowed me to cope like some use razors on skin to bleed their pains

Somehow instead of releasing I began to bottle everything inside

Killing myself slowly with the toxins I refused to expel

Holding my soul

My depths

My breathe


Waiting


To Exhale


Unconsciously avoiding emotional overload


Tears no longer stain my pillows at night because these eyes do not allow emotions to become tangible


Everything has been buried so deep and hidden for so long


I barely remember the person I used to be


Writing is a reminder


A glimpse into what was


And what could have been


Clues to who I refuse to allow myself to become


Fighting God, destiny and me


Because deep down this suppressed version of who I was slowly gasps for breath


Holding onto life and refusing to succumb to an untimely demise


Maintaining hope that my pen will once again find its way to a pad of paper 


And every stroke is like the  beeping of a heart monitor


Growing stronger and stronger


Showing proof of life


This frail shell of who I used to be


Refusing to let go


Refusing to be suffocated by the lies she was told


By the mistakes she made


Or the snares of her enemy’s throws


She knows who she is and refuses to let her sins name her


Refused to let her misguided actions dictate her destiny


Even if this feeble housing cannot yet see


“Write on” she whispers


“Let your soul cry


Let it bleed its very DNA onto that paper and remind you of what you once knew


Let it breathe life back into your dreams and expectations


As blood spills and cleanses, let it wash away every doubt and lie told


Let your own words comfort and hold


Cradle your every emotion and bring you back to life


Your spirit, she’s gaining strength and now it’s time for you to fight.”


Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Dear Melonchaly...

Dear Melancholy,

Why do you love me so much? 

It seems there isn’t a single part of my life, that you have not touched

I don’t want you here, yet still you linger

You’ve been a constant companion

For as long as I can remember....

Monday, September 22, 2025

Thoughts..... 12142024

 Once again I've figured out

That old enemy is playing in my mentals

And I opened the door and put on music

Like "here, I heard you like instrumentals"

Created a soundtrack while he works to destroy me

I was blinded by an illusion

Of what I wanted things to be

But now I realized that I opened that old playground back up

And I'm ashamed to admit it

But shame is the next trick to remind me

That this is the enemy's business

So I take the pain and shame back to God

While asking for forgiveness

Once again Lord, I'm broken before you