Poem // Disconnected

Disconnected Boisterous laughs, music from an iPhoneand the different tonesof multiple, overlapping conversations swirlaround. They penetrate me to my core,tensing my gut,feet shakingand eyes staring deeplyat I don't know what. Everyone surrounding is engaged,present,yet I feel lost,miles awayyet trapped. Unable to move,to smile, to laugh,I sit stoicallyuntil my attention is jerkedback to the presentby a … Continue reading Poem // Disconnected

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Poem // Stoicism Isn’t for the Faint-Hearted

A woman stands on stage. Lights from behind allow a glimpse of her stunning silhouette. She stands still as marble. Cold and smooth, chiseled by a master sculptor, her figure captivates the audience. All is silent as soft lights illuminate her flawless features. Dazzling blue eyes stare impassively ahead. Her delicate fingers intertwine, deceptively peaceful … Continue reading Poem // Stoicism Isn’t for the Faint-Hearted

Poem // Saving Myself

© 2018 Avid Journaler Rigidly she stands, arms held stiffly by her sides. Ragged breaths breathed fast heaves her chest up and down in rapid succession— the only movement in her body save for the frantic darting of her unfocused eyes. Attention rapt on a battle raging inside, she neither hears nor sees me. Suddenly … Continue reading Poem // Saving Myself

Poem // Buried Deep

Buried Deep I couldn't face you so I smiled instead. I created a cage to hold you: darkened steel, dinged and battered from your furious assault and efforts to crawl up, out of my body to see the light of day— escape. Feral snarls and growls echoed from your many mouths, your innumerable faces screwed … Continue reading Poem // Buried Deep

Delving into Writing

So, for the last week or so I have been consumed with my writing. I'm thinking of entering into Pitch Wars with a book that I started writing 5 years ago. I finished a draft months ago and have been working on revisions off and on ever since. Well, the last couple of weeks I … Continue reading Delving into Writing

Poem // Feathers

An uneasy contentment sits restlessly, perched without feathers in the soul. Trust doesn't come easily to we few but many who learned long ago of the ephemerality of joy. Yet still we try, chipping at brick and mortar inadvertently constructed: The last line of defense morphed into a prison. So we sit, trying to engage, … Continue reading Poem // Feathers