SPARK

there is a spark,
sitting right behind your heart.
it might dim a little
here and there.
tarnish and have
a scratch or two.

in its shadow,
hoping to be forgotten,
are all the mistakes,
the missteps, and
misfortunes of a heart
that loved without limit.

its light shines
when life goes dark.
lights a path
through the storm.
gives hope when
all feels lost.

we can lose sight of it,
misplace it or
try to snuff it out,
but it’s always there.
don’t hate that spark.
that’s the real you.

LIFE

beauty is
the sparkle in your eye
after you’ve told a dirty joke.

joy is
cleaning up the mud you tracked in
after dancing in the rain.

peace is
curling up under a
blanket fort in the living room.

wellness is
enjoying the last spoonful
of mind chocolate chip.

life is
the unexpected, the messy,
the rain, and the sparkles.

PHOENIX

let it all go.
let it all shatter.
let all the pieces
of the person you used to be
fall to the floor
and turn to ash.

now rise and
set the world on fire.

STAINS

my heart bleeds
like ink through
a stained piece of paper.

if you look
close enough,
you can see
the memories
i’ve desperately
tried to erase.

REFLECTION

It was the same routine every night—walk the halls, check the stacks, and turn out the lights. When the last door was locked, she saw her tired smile in the glass. This night, her smile was too bright and her eyes crinkled where they shouldn’t.

The reflection wasn’t hers.

TEARS

if you are a woman
and you say something
bothers you,
no one will take
you seriously
until those tears begin to fall.

they are currency—
and i am bankrupt.

DARKNESS

there is a gentle breeze
rustling the branches
of the trees
just a few feet
from where
i am sitting.

the sun is setting
over the river,
begging me
to join in the
darkness to come.

my feet burn to follow.

CHAINS

i scream away my pain,
crying for the lost little girl
hiding inside of me.

knees drawn up, head tucked down,
small fingers pulling at little curls.
ribbons choking.

begging. screaming.
wrapped in chains.
held within the darkness.

searching for the spark
that can set her free—
finding only a void.

FRAGMENTS

every fragment of me.
every shard of broken glass.

the pools of
misleading words.

small cuts. bruises
of empty color.

here. is. me.

MERCY

i need
somewhere to waste away,
a rainy day.

i need
to wash away my pain,
this rainy day

i am
blurred, distorted, surreal,
my grief.

i turn
without a backward glance,
mercy passes by.

i try
to disguise the truth inside,
all my pain.