Looking Inside of Myself

A Poem

Do you ever look inside of yourself?
Like deep down into the crevices
where you…

Withering

A Poem

It’s as if these bones are holding me up
as my body withers away into dust
a collective onslaught of…

Welcome to Isolation

A Place To Call My Own

Adrift at Sea

A Poem

I always wonder
what it would feel like
to be adrift at sea,
alone, awash with the vastness
of…

A Place To Call My Own

A Letter From Isolation #1

Roller Coaster

A Poem

My life is like a roller coaster
at least that what it feels like to me
even if it looks…

Tired

A Poem

I’m tired of trying to live up to something
that isn’t a life well-lived or even living
but a deconstruction…

Edge of the World

A Poem

Sometimes I imagine myself standing at the edge of the world
in a deep conversation with…

Tumbling Into Oblivion

A Poem

Some nights I dream about tumbling into oblivion
taking four long steps when only…

Bones

A Poem

Oh, these brittle bones
that hold me up
are folding under
the weight of sadness