life, mental health, Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized


I am freshly tactile
I am mobile within space
And moving from the place
Where my wheels have been spinning
I newly feel the grip
And in passing time, I have not slipped
Or slumped within my divot
As if bald tires grew tread
And I am grasping this young
Fast granted talent
And hoping it can last
And break me from my ambivalent
Wheel spinning world
That I can hold the dread back
From flooding my traction
If maybe I can let this serendipitous break
Drive my life into action

art, death, introspection, life, pain, spirituality, Uncategorized

Candle in Ash

It’s really actually gone
Like a candle in ash
I feel old inside
I must have finally
Run out of breath
And silent, fainted
And woke up broken
My heart has been wilting
And somehow
Far too early
Fell far dark
I see
It’s actually really gone
And I feel
And can no longer ignore
A real, transformed space
Indelible and cold
And I am somehow
Something else
And I am somehow
Something else