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.
the sparkle in your eye after you’ve told a dirty joke.
cleaning up the mud you tracked in after dancing in the rain.
curling up under a blanket fort in the living room.
enjoying the last spoonful of mind chocolate chip.
the unexpected, the messy, the rain, and the sparkles.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
wrapped in chains. held within the darkness.
searching for the spark
that can set her free— finding only a void.
every fragment of me.
every shard of broken glass.
the pools of
small cuts. bruises
of empty color.
here. is. me.
somewhere to waste away, a rainy day.
to wash away my pain, this rainy day
blurred, distorted, surreal, my grief.
without a backward glance, mercy passes by.
to disguise the truth inside, all my pain.