Sovereignty

My thoughts are like arrows to my soft places, turning them hard with scars, until I can no longer feel the piercing pain; Until I am but a shield to guard the realms from the darkness I create. I learned to make it when I was young from the ones who stole my heart and … More Sovereignty

Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

Promise Land

For my Father, and any others suffering from guilt, shame, or regret for past actions in a struggle to accept forgiveness, or forgive themselves. You’ve struggled long enough.  And even if you think you must keep it up, you’ll never have pennance to payfor your lack of grace.For the Grace was never yoursto give. We all … More Promise Land

Golden Wounds

My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns.  Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant … More Golden Wounds

Ethereal Lights

I’ve become a fearful, and fragile thing, only strong and powerful when I’m wild in dreams. I may look well but nothing is ever what it seems. No one knows what unravels underneath what is seen. I’ve been a trophy for a hunter and a doll for a prince. I tried to reveal how real … More Ethereal Lights