Every Other Line: An Ode to Type One

Every other line of the dialogue in my head
Is criticism both of me and from me
Not quite good enough or strong enough yet
Attempting to make something lovely
Afraid of myself, haunted more by my shadow
Unaffected by most of the horrors
Inner critic is raging, impatient and thorough
Yet always the champion of others … More Every Other Line: An Ode to Type One

Wind-Up Toy

When suddenly, one day, it was quiet her mind
She heard a strange thumping noise, familiar and kind
A wind-up toy that found herself suddenly unwound
Could hear, or feel, an almost undetectable sound
Pounding in a chest more used to hearing cymbals clang
The toy began to weep. Through tears of sorrow she sang,
“I have often wondered what it felt like to be real
But I had no idea how much it would hurt to feel
How can I keep singing with this pain inside my chest?
Will anyone sing with me this song of brokenness?” … More Wind-Up Toy

The Calm In Me

How long will I be seasick?
We’ve been at this for days
The compass is unreadable
Bouncing in the waves
When you asked me to go fishing
I thought that meant you knew 
Where to go to catch these men 
In this great big blue
But everything seems harder now
Each task made more complex
By the ups and downs of all the waves
And water on the decks  … More The Calm In Me