Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

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

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

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

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?