I cannot apologize
For writing what I feel inside
If it is hard to read
It is harder to live
I will understand

How do you measure pain?
All is relative and personal
Even with one’s own self
It is impossible to compare
As memory distorts pain

An idea
In my head
Falls flat
On paper
Read it

Blonde eyes
To match her hair
Life is mean
She counts her blessings
Hopes for the best

Algunos me gusta compartir
Calientitos
Justo cuando salgan del horno
Que no se enfríe
Por eso lo escribí

She is no longer
Part of my life
I’ve moved on
My life is full
With friends

Springtime means
Berry pickin’
In warm sun
Therapeutic
Part of me

Apathy and incompetence
In healthcare
A fax they didn’t send
Prescriptions delayed
Labs to do again

No pido disculpas
Por escribir
Lo que siento
Lo que llevo adentro
Lo que vivo

By nature high-strung
But I thought I was strong
If not physically, emotionally
For things to roll off my back
Be mature and take the high road