Pain

In reverse  we go. Unless you know some other way. It’s how I’ve lived my life. Mired in my mistakes. It must be painful to watch. I was merely born like this. I’m apt to take the long way around even when the path at my feet is the shortest.

The words were as haggard as the speaker, drunken and pathetic. How long were they hidden on your tongue, just waiting for a malicious reveal? True words bring out true colors. But I see you in black and white. A transparent mask on your face with a mouth full of lies, each with a splinter … Read more

I discovered a wall today. It exists only in my mind. I found it at the dead end of memory lane, hiding in plain sight. My long term had always been an open map, pathways to places of the past. But this quick jog of the memory has my feet feeling trapped. I’m troubled by … Read more

The birds fly around so freely, careless of the struggles feet below. The stress, the decay, the pain. And perhaps what hurts the most is realizing how few of us are ever free. We always owe someone something. Mortgage, rent, loan. Slowly, we drown. And most of those we owe are also in the deep.  Obligation. It’s unsustainable. How long can we survive?  … Read more

Time. It’s losing its luster it’s gone. I can’t believe how quick sand falls. It’s done. They had so long to go, those hands up on the wall. Fast, they spin around, faster than I’d like to know if we can ever get it back. Travel through the very thing we now lack. I wonder … Read more

He clutches it tight. The walls paper thin, but no light is let in. Buried inside, its secrets sit entrapped and out of view. Easy to carry around, not a struggle for you. On the outside, its appearance remains the same. Same color, same face. All seems well. But its wings are sealed shut, only … Read more

It felt like the days melted together, like the way the fire burned through people’s lives. Like broken hearts forced to connect, bonded by the will to survive. Dizzy, I leave a week that felt like a month. I question why we are surrounded by luck when others are crushed by despair. The air so … Read more

Why is it that something other than the best of us can so easily get the best of us? The ability to do so is so much better when we are able to squeeze any good from it. The ease of which we can take it, turn it, give it back in its most horrific … Read more

Lucky enough to know that I know nothing of the moment.What that must feel like.The thoughts that bounce around her mind. I know nothing of the process,the words to come up with,hoping hers will stand out.Hers will make them want to hand out. That moment when the pen cap’s removed,the sudden scent of permanent ink … Read more