Poetry & Verse

He Left
He Left
He stood to go; a bit of pain sat bitter on her tongue.  He left and closed the door behind him. The goodbye that popped a lung. Read more...
Would you unbreak me?
Would you unbreak me?
Would you unbreak me? I tried it myself. Yoga, meditation, and self-care all failed. I know it’s not your job. It must sound ridiculous. Wanting someone who didn’t break it... Read more...
Brown Crayons
Brown Crayons
I am the white of the eyes. The yellow of light. I am the clarity of truth. The color of night. I am orange, in many hues. I am a... Read more...