I am not afraid to command the devil

I am not my monster. I am not a gift of violence from fists my ancestors couldn't hide. I am not ashamed of my demons. I am not afraid to command the devil to do his darkest work. I am not defeated. I am not the soldier with a sword in his side. I am...

When you tell your story, tell the truth

When you tell your story, make sure to tell the truth. It sounds like an obvious thing, but it’s so easy to elevate or negate parts that don’t sound good enough or sound too good to be true. Tell it how it is, and not how you want people to hear it. Why the preamble?...

Even if you’re scared, even if you break

"Speak the truth even if your voice shakes." Speak the truth even if it breaks your heart. Speak the truth even if your world ends. Speak the truth; do not wait till it’s too late. Speak the truth even if the walls cave in. Speak the truth even if the sin you speak outweighs your...

To this end

This deep breath, this gasp this drawing in. This sin, this giving in this transgressing. This rage, this page this release, this peace almost. This wreck, this sinking, this drinking drowning sorrows till sleep. This weeping child, this hard heart, these eyes these tears, these years lost in fears like running wild through forest. These...

Become giants from the ground

Here is the unmaking in petals falling with not enough weight to break. From faith of smallest measure, a giant stems from ground’s hold – pushing and making way fighting against earth and air gently. It wouldn’t be called growth if there was no gravity for it’s only in the martyr of life that we...

Keep it together

hopeless cannot exist here between my fingers when my fists are clenched this tight it cannot hold space where I have squeezed all the air out. I am clutching everything else (but hopeless) Straws and string to keep it together amidst the unravelling of all other things. If I had a penny for every man...

Tighter than fear

I was given a poetry challenge of Facebook and figured why not post here what I write there. The challenge is to write a poem a day for thirty days. So here is the first of five: --------------- You will not be for gotten or taken for granted for you are a gift. Present day...

A poem for an undoing

I am Autumn. The crack of leaves without bitterness that often comes after breaking. The shedding of what was and the waiting for what might. I know it might not. But I wait nevertheless. I am fluttering gold and red but unnoticed and stepped on. Fleeting. Gone. I bring warning of cold, but offer no...