Poetry

Surviving 

9/21/25 

Dead inside: 

my heart is tearing– 

held together by threads. 

I am crumbling– 

falling to pieces: 

bad times keep happening; 

No wise words seem to save. 

I know I’ll survive; 

yet, taking things 

one breath at a time. /

I am talking or praying 

to God, 

whom I am not sure 

I believe in. 

I am not getting answers– 

I have the time to keep asking.  

Take life, 

One breath at a time. 

She 

9/21/25 

She grew up 

in a place 

where she learned: 

to be quiet; 

her feelings didn’t matter; 

she was on her own: 

trying to figure out who she was, 

and where she belonged in the world. /

She taught herself the ways of the world,  

through tough lessons 

no little girl should learn on her own. 

The sweet, innocent child inside her 

quickly built a wall 

to protect her: 

she had to be too strong, too soon. /

Now, when she faces a problem, 

and doesn’t know what to do– 

she isolates and retreats 

as she did when she was young; 

she hides her pain, 

becomes distant and quiet 

to protect herself  

because no one else will. /

She knows: 

she has always been,  

and always will be 

her own island. 

I Found Him 

9/21/25 

When I wasn’t looking, 

I found him,  

and we found love.  

I found him  

When I needed him most. 

I found him, 

and was never the same. /

I lost him 

when I loved him   

the most. 

The best part of me  

was him.  

When he left, 

he took those parts with him. /

I never expected him to mean so much. 

Or losing him to hurt  

my entire soul 

I lost not only him, 

but our future I picture; 

all the moments we shared, 

and the ones that remained. 

I lost his comfort and protection. 

Part of me will never be the same. /

I never thought I’d feel  

this type of pain– 

the weight of heartache: 

Is love even worth it? 

Yet, I know: 

Losing him hurts this much  

because I found him. 

Reality 

9/26/25 

Life is a dream: / 

We play the game 

until reality is new, 

and our changed reality 

is no longer a game, 

but a new reality. /

What if we have to say goodbye? 

There may be no tomorrow. 

I don’t know want to think about possibilities,

or what they all mean.

Lost, confused,

and I am not sure  
I want to do live like this

anymore.

But if I have to, have to live this way,

I want to do live it with you…

If the world was over tomorrow,  

I’d want to be next to you– 

to hold you,  

because our world  

is the only reality 

I want to fight for.  

The Game

12/19/2025

We’re two souls in one:

we’ve been through a journey—

shared history, destiny.

Why should I complain?

Somewhere deep inside

you must know I miss you,

but what can I do?

Rules must be obeyed.

Every time you disappear

you take a piece of

my soul, our soul

into the silence.

You can apologize;

it won’t change a thing:

there is no winner, no glory;

we’re both hurting.

Every time you go away

The game is on; new again—

Are we lovers, friends?

We always end the same.

I stand by as you depart,

watching our soul flee.

Who’s to blame?

Or is this how we’re meant to be?

You Are Not Alone

1/24/2026

Last night, I dreamed

you called out to me:

asking me to come;

hold you, tight. /

You never said goodbye:

How did we let us slip away?

Why’d you have to go? /

I feel you in my heart;

you’re part of my soul–

I pray for you;

your burdens I share. /

Let me hold your hand;

our forever can begin.

Though we’re far apart–

I carry you with me. 

You are not alone;

I’m always with you.

I am here to stay.

Where

1/27/2026

I took us for granted—

we held each other’s hearts.

Now, I’d give anything

to stare deep into your eyes;

lay by your side. /

I don’t know where to start

Beg? Plead?

Forgiveness?

I am searching for answers

I don’t know how I find. /

I feel lost, desperate—

don’t know where you are,

or how to keep hold of us.

You’re the only place I want to be:

my destiny; my destination.

Where are you and me?

The Fairy Tale Life

1/28/26

Not all girls

meet a man;

fall heal-over-heels,

have the dream wedding,

have babies, dogs, the house,

for a lifetime of bliss.

Not all girls

live the fairy tale life. /

What if this girl’s dream man

is a figure, a figment, a fracture–

(Who disappears and then reappears

without any notice;

lifting all my hopes up

only to let them down, again);

a broken,, damn heart. /

No, not every girl

lives the fairy tale life.

Promise

2/17/2026

I made a promise

to me and to you:

I’d put some space;

some distance, between us—

wasn’t supposed to be,

feel like a goodbye;

meant to be “see you later.” /

I deserve a prize

for my resistance,

for my restraint.

Why can’t I let us go?

Why can’t I keep this promise?

Why do I do this to myself?

No matter how long I rest you,

I will forever lose.

I hurt to be something,

but worse to be nothing

with you.