Stumbling in the Ring
My life is like walking, tip-toeing a tightrope up high in the darkness where the stage lights don’t shine. My life is like running, scurrying around the ring from one act to
Let Me Go
I’m stuck in the middle of drama that isn’t my problem anymore. The walls are caving in, and my escape isn’t through a door. Only a few could break out
Modern Ruins
The carpet is complicated So many colors and patterns replicated Never in the same places, relocated The walls are so bright now Leaves my mind asking why, not how To current trends people
Cracked Tile
It’s been said: “Hope survives best at the hearth.” Not my hope. Not at my hearth. The tile is cracked And pokers, rusted and crumbling; The forest is now a desert, kindling
One True Hero
He was the oldest brother, An example to the siblings that were younger, Counseling them with golden advice, In the absence of his drunken father, helping his dying, single mother He grew to
Questions of Fear
My peers shine with genuine joy, and a question of fear comes to mind: Will I ever be that happy? Relationships flood my view of life and my mind interrogates my soul: Will
A Pride That Kills
The watchmaker sorrowing as his shop’s aflame hears a moaning child call out his name. Without hesitation, he runs back through the frame, only to find that the child’s to blame.