To Escape

It’s why I drink, it’s why I ate People please, ingratiate I feel the pull so many times To flit away when pressures rise. Escape from my emotions. Discomfort’s locomotion. I know that if I just would face Compulsion would disintegrate. Yet still I fight with all my might To still the noise and shed

My Defects of Character

Do you share to manipulate? Invade a mind to seal your fate? Or do you keep things to yourself To punish, distance, heart on shelf? Do you people please because The pain’s too much of tension’s claws. Your tender sensibilities Too fragile for reality? Far down you look along you nose To travel, ego has

Nike!

I wrote this poem for my good friend, Nicole, who was running her 5th marathon almost a year ago today. Inspired by the etymology of her name, from the Greek ‘nike’, meaning ‘victory’, (how appropriate for a runner!), both of us feeling run down by the ongoing covid care at the hospital we both work

I Want You to Know… An Ode to My Children

I want you to know that I love you so, So much that I give you whatever I can. The big and the small, what I have take all, But know that my “No” means no I’ll walk through that forest that stands before us, I’ll kill the big bug in the tub. I’ll take

The Throng

“Oh Lord intervene I feel so unseen My heart aches to be known And yet feels so alone.” I ache, stomach churns, this desire to be seen Idolized to the point that it comes in-between My Maker who knows me, He’s calling me to Let go of my grip, bid this idol adieu. But my

Lesser Loves

Lots of lesser little loves Distract us from The One above The One who Willed with Love to Be Our lives, how blessed, ‘oft hard to see. We’re made for thee, we can’t undo This pounding that our hearts eschew To rest in thee eternally We can’t not want it desperately. This hunger that we

Beat My Heart

“If you are suffering from a bad man’s injustice, forgive him – lest there be two bad men.” St. Augustine Hey you, over there You who cowers in their lair Incapable of care I hate the face you wear. It gives no single thought Muted, adds to my distraught A stone cannot be shown or

Lash to Lash

Once again you call to me You long to bring me home You hunger for me in Your house To have my heart be known. You Holy Three indwell in me When I, for You, make room, But often I do clutter, crowd And harbor things undue. But still in quiet moments, I feel this

Motherhood

I have found that a mother does not need to be Someone who birthed you or taught you to speak. A mother, we women, are all called to be To nourish the mind, heart and soul tenderly. A guide for the lost or those just starting out. A haven for those who are burdened with

Oh Misery, Duplicity

Duplicity, such misery Leads always to timidity A hesitance to simply be The who you are to you and me. What you want, you disengage Identity begins to fade. Ignored, Forgotten, self withdrawn, Without intent, your peace is gone. It burns you up, eats you alive Or in it your Desires die Tepidity kills all