Every day
An overwhelming desire
Pushes me to
End it all right there
But every day
I’m dragged back
To the one reason I continue to live.

Present.......(present) reality
Past.......(past) reality
Future.......(future) reality

All of these
appear as newness when they grow old
in the gift of present

Of course,
it doesn't happen by itself

You can do it alone.

The laughter is quiet, the house feels cold,
I watch from the sidelines, left out, growing old.
They share little secrets, a language, a song,
and I sit in the silence, where I don’t belong.

The days blur together, the nights feel the same,
I search for a spark, but there’s none I can claim.
The distance between us keeps pulling me down,
like I’m sinking in water, too heavy to drown.

I smile when they’re looking, but inside I break,
pretending I’m fine is the mask I must take.
I whisper to shadows, but they never reply,
just me in the corner, too tired to cry.

you were the spark
a candle lit
from both ends
beautiful yet
so fragile
there was a part
of me that wanted to
reach out to you,
body ablaze
but I took my hand
back and let you
burn alive.

Winnie, a name to grow in.
Winnie, a child, into her teens,
Winnie, the sweet old lady.
Winnie, to wear for all time.

Did her parents know,
On the day she was born?
“What’s the child’s name?”
“Winifred, we’ll call her

Winnie.”

It’s almost been a year—
a year since I last saw you smile,
since I talked with you,
since I heard your voice,

A year of crying,
a year of trying to understand,
a year of sinking into silence and grief—
a year since you breathed.

Mirror oh mirror
Why reflect the fears
Like puppies cry’s,
tails tuck beneath their legs.
Mirror oh mirror
Why stroud this life
Freezing the heart like ice
Chaining the sweet reflection
Mirror oh mirror
Why give to take
Saying words of disapproval
To keep the soul awake
Mirror oh mirror
Why spread wicked lies
demon of the night
Let the soul rest