February 2020
It’s ridiculous that he thinks
The building still stands
Idiotic to think, the building you blew up
Could every possibly stand again
10/12/2019
The weight of the undeniable truth ripped me down the middle
This was my faith
I was forced to question my faith once again
September 2019
I’m constantly torn between wanting to to heal
and wanting to destroy myself
3/18/2019
There is nothing poetic about healing
You loose time
It isn’t linear
The mess is overwhelming
We like to divide our days into good and bad
Was today good or was it bad?
Was it productive or not?
Is it fixed? Probably not
But what about the days of variation in the middle…
Neither here nor there
Some days serve as merely a means to the next day
In those days there is no victory but there is also no loss
It is a bridge meant to get you through one more day
March 2019
“So, what’s next?” They’ll ask
“I heal, I grow, and I help others”
It’s hard to write down all my truths
I won’t read them again, but I don’t want anyone else to either
March 2019
Your hands sometimes scare me
Remember to always be gentle
The moment you aren’t or I believe you won’t be
Will be the end of it
I don’t often want to be touched
In my mind there will always be unwanted hands exploring