As morning rises, I awake Wishing to wake as another, Born not to this likening Yet here I stand. A breath in time Lifting steady--  World sorrows, upon my back. A blip of an instant, As a delicate gold chain Breaks my heart. Who for? Ones I never have known. Oh, poor creature of fate I wish not to be! As a spear driven Through enemy hearts, I too driven-- Fiercely with emotion. Expresser of a world suppressed, longing for ease of logic. Level-headed Libra Yet, merely a guise Oh, indecisive mind. Pulling, tugging, struggling-- Child in a candy store Sugar heights Hearts feather-light. Sweet--now low, Crashing cymbals Hearts lead balloons. As the wallowing willow Bows to blustering winds. Dearest companion sadness, Writes invitation to seclusion. Hey you! Harbinger of passion-- Hope floats on your summits Hey you! Fabricated and formed In pits of despair-- On lofty elevations. Carry on! You, lovely savant o...

  See, you put your insecurity on me   Scared I’d find love elsewhere   And leave   In the end it was you—   To pack your bag and deceive   Kept me high on a shelf   Pale porcelain doll  Hidden from your other self.  Six winters; a few too long.  Daddy walked, and topsy turvy--  Life seemed wrong.  Not knowing who you were,  Life's purpose, your song.  The world was a lie  But you kept it inside  Couldn't live couldn't die.  Vice seeking--  Make the pain subside!  Big new house, but all alone  Shelter dog with no true home.  No joy to be had,  Couldn't eat, only weep.  Lie upon soft grass  Where you peacefully sleep.  Perfect images transfixed  Faultless, in your brain.  Pretty honey gives no comfort.  Feelings not the same. ...

Today the sunshine is here. For the first time in months She is able to gaze upon it. Most days, she searches with out-stretched arms Yet, the cold, iron bars keep her from seeking it. As a caged bird she cannot sing, Silence is her only scream. Some days feel like an eternity-- As darkness is the only thing to see. Yet, in these dark days of despair, What is the thing that keeps her there? She asks, "Where is the light?" "When may I sing?" This midnight seems unending. Yet, it's these days of seldom, Keeping her in place. When rays of sun... Shine upon her face. (written 1/22/15)