Mirror
Sometimes I look at a mirror and think I look beautiful.
Sometimes I go back and see a whole different person and want to stop the day.
Am I overreacting or just right?
Am I depressed or just wrong?
When you say you're depressed people will say you're wrong.
When you say you're overreacting people will say you're right.
But what will you say?
Why is it so hard to figure out what's wrong?
O...
Wednesday 10th November 2021 2:25 pm
I am hope.
what used to hurt me
still does
what used to scare me
still does
what used to make me curl up on the floor
shaking to my very core
still does
I am constantly afraid that one day
I will come face to face with my mistakes
a tableau of painful regrets and aches
the times I said I couldn’t when I could
the times I said I wouldn’t when I would
the past stil...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:23 pm
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
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