Stars and Snowflakes

Fear Not

Why does death scare us?
Endings are temporary.
Have you seen the trees?


I shouted at the stars one day.
They did not bellow back
But left me longing
For an echo
To my anger.
I idolized the stars one day.
They did not praise me back
But bruised my pride
And salted
My wound from the world.
I sobbed to the stars one day.
They whispered back,
So quietly I barely heard
Each warm and tender word.


Nearly hollow now.
Emptied out.
The substance of my life
Through the cracks
Of a cold glass heart
With nothing to replace it.

The cracks expand
As glass breaks apart.
More gaps
To fall through.
Every thought.
I didn’t want to


I’m remembering winter,
The snow, so sweet and cold,
Twirling down
Coating the ground
In white gold.
How it shimmered in the sun.
Now, like all else, vanished,
Faded, gone.
Like all the toys I’ve lost,
Broken things
With missing pieces.
I miss the snow.
I miss friends from
So long ago.
I miss being innocent
Pure white
Shining in the light.

What Fills Us

Isolation carves a rift
That seeks correction
In the form of the gift
Of connection,
A gift that we don’t often see
Until it’s what we’ve lost,
Carelessness and neglect the fee
And solitude the cost.
The seeds we once planted
With kindness and care
Were taken for granted
More often than air.

Yet after everything transpires,
We can’t accept being alone
We give in to our desires
To be more than on our own.
No part of our humanity
Is more true to our state
Than our need for community,
These bonds that we create.
Loneliness creates a void
That we attempt to fill
With substances that have destroyed
Those stronger than us, still
Exchanging our time with another’s
Shows us that the pull
To build community with others
Is what will make us full.


It takes
A toxic cocktail
Of false fears
And false friends,
False starts
And dead ends
That lead to what
You never wanted,
Never thought you’d have,
Where you don’t want to be.
But you stay
In stagnancy.


Needed love
Wasn’t kissed
Pulled away
Wasn’t missed
Cried for years
Wasn’t heard
Mimicked death
Wasn’t stirred
Hid a while
Wasn’t sought
Needed guidance
Wasn’t taught
Ran away
Wasn’t chased
Cut the cord
Was erased

Presence and Peace

Presence of mind
Isn’t peace.
They’re sisters,
Not the same.
Each has a role to play
And a stake to claim
In a war-torn brain.

Fighting to keep it together
Once presence takes its piece.
Left painfully aware
Of the connection that they share.
Presence makes the cavity increase
And brings to light
The void of missing peace.

Power Struggles

My mind has a mind of its own.
It whispers
What shouldn’t be said,
Tells me
What shouldn’t be known.
I fight
The harshest thoughts,
Force them
To leave me alone.
I struggle
To regain my land
From invaders
In this war zone.

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