“A Short Stroll”

Cold beads of oceans crash down from the clouds

The wind whips around my body keeping what little warmth I have within its grasp

Instead of hanging straight,

my hair grips my face and neck tangling itself across my lips

making it a chore to even speak.

I doubt even a scream would save me from this.

Water slithers between the sleeves of my shirt and my unexposed skin.

The cold is ruthless.

It prickles my bare thighs and slowly creeps to areas that weren’t meant for, but have been laid on by many

eyes.

I know that they are tired,

but

I

BEG

my feet to keep my body walking.

This isn’t a place I should be stopping.

Each minute passing makes more of me wish that I had stayed home.

I wasn’t dressed for this.

“The Face I Can No Longer Remember”

Little light escaped from the foil on the single window.

The darkness was so great little could be seen at all.

Low rumbles came from beneath blankets

heaped up over the massive bed adjacent to the far wall,

reminding me of bears in their deep slumbers.

Slowly,

my feet pattered into the room,

careful not to wake the sleepers in the sheets.

Mother was on the right side of the bed, but I always crept left

to the face I can no longer remember.

Together we slumbered,

but divided were we still,

by the darkness…

“Broken and Still Missing You”

He came to me for solace when you broke his inner peace.

The thoughts that spin within his mind are muddled by the voice that belongs to you.

The voice that keeps reminding him that

he’ll never be good enough

He’ll never be sturdy enough

He’ll never be smart enough

He’ll never be…

Enough.

There is a hatred for you raging behind my eyelids,

waiting for any kind of opening to release its daggers into your ungrateful flesh.

If the time comes and the gate opens, no willpower of mine will be stronger than the flood of hot metal that engulfs you.

I have searched relentlessly for the pieces of him that you threw away a long time ago.

You stripped him from Confidence and Motivation.

Even Happiness turned her back on him for a while.

She’ll come around eventually.

She always does.

You left the door open for Doubt and Insecurity to waltz right in.

It took all of me and what was left of him to close it back,

Before any other unwelcome visitors arrived.

You broke his spirit and he hasn’t healed.

Yet, there are still parts of him that miss you.