(2015)
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse