Mental Health

The Mark of Patience

I am ever in the crosshairs — 
hovering just outside 
the small sphere of light
that shows his trigger happy dance.

Seduction

I am at once too big
and not big enough

Farewell

Farewell to bones 
that scatter in the wind
and limbs that bow 
and teeter on the brink.

A Place Called Home

He tells me Listen. Come closer.
You are Aphrodite
You are Venus made flesh.

Soul > Body

Somehow the pounds 
that fled and bounded 
from this careful core
did not travel far,
having no sunset 
to dissolve into, 
they settled…

Neurons

The battleground 
between my ears
rings with zings 
of current shot into 
the ripeness 
of my scurrying mind
as I float 
outside of me
and…

Small Enough

I can never be 
quite small enough
to take up 
all the s p a c e 
that I require.

Bird Bones

I am whittled to 
the marrow 
of my bones
by a specter 
sent within
there to destroy
each tingling 
tease of hunger
and to make me 
feel…

Panic

vice grip closes
heartily around 
my hammering 
heart

Foe

a poem

my anxiety is 

beating wings