Monthly Archives: March 2016


I spent my day 

With an anxious heart.

I go on my day,

But with every beat,

I feel the unrest that

Lives behind my lungs,

Aching into every breath,

Seeping into my veins,

Turning my nerves into fire,

Causing the brain to malfunction. 


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A Drift 

I’m a nomad,

With a home,

Not far away

But long enough.

A pink pillow

The only clue

Where I lay,

Where I’m safe.

Breath of air

Feeds wandering eyes

Feet turned backwards

Heart looks forward.

I’m a nomad,

No clear direction

Birds fly east

Toward beginnings.

Only one pair

On the path

My fingers reach

Grasping at air.

A northern star

Fades at dark,

The story unclear,

But I’m here.


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