A poem and reflection — Feeling berserk like a tightrope walker standing on a rope without a pole. Out of balance. Is ‘Drama’ a stalker? Or am I a droll putting on a show? Pressure tips ’til I can take no more… Gusty winds won’t propel my boat to shore. Can I strike a balance and ride…

A poem in response to KTHT’s prompt — The Rhythm of My Mind The vast landscape of my mind ebbs and flows with throbbing thoughts. With ‘adagio tempo,’ they fall and rise, responding to my perception of the world. Once upon a time, as a young child, my mind daydreamed in relaxing grooves. …

A poem dedicated to my son — Of All the Ways I Could Love You Of all the ways I could love you, I want to love you with ease, not to worry about tomorrow, and instead, keep my inner peace. Of all the ways I could love you, I want to love you and feel free, to feel detached from the outcome. …

A poem and reflection — Getting off the Merry-Go-Round Dragging my feet through a heavy mist, I feel forsaken and alone. Trees’ arid branches rumble with the wind, muffling my soul’s call. Dark, cold, wintry woods seem to close in, distorting what, deep down, I know. Fearful thoughts rapidly jump at me, a frightened rabbit shaken to its core. …

A poem and reflection — How do I keep my inner peace when I see my son suffer? I asked and waited to receive a sign, a word, an omen… All of a sudden, I felt at ease, as I heard a voice utter: ‘trust there is a higher plan that is yet to be uncovered for yourself and…

heralding my spiritual awakening. — I wished my mind would stop spinning and worrying about why I was bleeding. It may be expected; after all, I just gave birth for the first time only nine days ago… The technician lady brought me back from my angsty reverie, asking me to go to the bathroom before…

A poem and reflection — Don’t cry for me when the time comes. I may leave this robe of clay behind, yet I am only at the distance of a thought, in the hidden recesses of your mind. My essence is still with you. Talk to me as you always have, and please do not be sad, where…

A poem and lessons learned from a premonitory dream. — Free, fluid, and floating, I move slowly, gliding by the light of a waning crescent moon. Looking at the stars from its velvet lunar sickle, I am mesmerized by its tenuous sparks and dancing fickle lights on a serene lagoon. I am absentminded dreaming of faraway places beyond infinity when a voice whispers my…

A poem and reflection. — What Poetry Whispers to Me In the quiet chambers of my heart, a soft inner voice and knowing lives, finding its way to my conscious mind through words poetry whispers to me. It may be the meaning hidden in a song, or the cadence of someone’s voice. …