hard and brittle shell
empty and devoid of joy
heart closed off from light

April
5/11/2018

I hear those words
hurled, murmured, gritted through shiny teeth
I hear
and I absorb
and I become
the words
immunity to their sting?
never
they embed
fester
rot into my soul
and live there
sleeping virus of guilt
forever
hiding
to jab through
sunlit mornings
to dim warmth and light
and always they are there
you little know
the power
your words have weilded
worse
never will you care.

April
4/21/2018
NaPoWriMo

insolence breeds
irritation, boredom, angst
yet it abounds

April
4/20/2018

NaPoWriMo

Bent
weighted down
with cold certainty
spring will surely come
and yet
with sadness
staring
forlornly at the ground
hope festers
in sodden hearts
despite even
killing frost

April
4/19/2018
NaPoWriMo

Courage
looks like
a little boy sliding down
a sliding board with terror written on his face

Courage
sounds like
a voice singing
despite knowing that people make fun

Courage
tastes like
spoiled milk
dirt
and the bottom of someone’s shoe

Courage
cries out
in darkness
knowing that its echos
will never be heard

April
4/18/2018
NaPoWriMo

maples swell redly
shining in late spring snow
hope chases cold

April
4.17.2018
NaPoWriMo

knots spiral loosely
winding artfully round on round
wrapped around with love

April
4/16/2018
NaPoWriMo