I am sleeping here left to grow wings to fly on my own rather stay curled up like a seed buried deep. but my hope does not slumber and so I rise. Legs seem to tremble. unsteady fumbling standing at the starting gate every day the same race. and I ache to run because hope … More ounces
hey there sandman. I see the salt at your feet. The tears that have dried that now you push aside. Piled high like mountains in your way. And i wave until the sunrise steals the last of you. Eyes too much to see. they do not sleep. A mind cannot rest when it wrestles with … More Sandman
I am in the absolute under in moving. Under boxes. Under thoughts. Under feelings. Under someone else’s treasure from which I call unwanted and unneeded, rusted, or depleted. Under but over the down and the ousted. Over the hurdles, over the bindings that kept me rooted. Over the under’s. Over but not over YOU. Under … More Boxes
INTO THIS DEEP 