Poem: Still Beating

Hand to chest where I can feel
The rhythmic beating of a heart
That still pumps and beats and
Lives inside my body even when
My chest feels empty and my heart
Hurts from the invisible wounds

Poem: Turnabout

Write out your pain for me
I want to see you bleed on
The page the way I have
Bled for you and your art
I want to know the shadows
Kept in the dark corners

Poem: If Anger Was

If anger was a person
It would be me
Ranting and raving
Like a lunatic imprisoned
Spitting at the walls
As if it’d make a difference
Anything to feel less than impotent

Poem: If Self-Doubt Was

If self doubt were a person
It would be Maria
Telling the voices to shut up
That whisper to her
About all of her shortcomings
The doctor prescribed her pills
To quiet them down

Poem: If Hurt Was

If hurt was a person it’d be you
Of all the broken bones
Fallen scraped knees
Wounds and scars I’ve earned
As parts of adventures or lessons
They’ve all healed eventually
Not you though
You are the hurt that persists

Poem: Guitar Strings

As her fingers walk along the strings
Her hand picking at them at time
She tries to catch the vibration
Of the universe in her strumming
Riding a wave emotion straight through
The defenses of those listening