Poetry
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
– Robert Frost
The Other Side of the Pain
I’ve often wondered what it feels like
To be on the other side of the pain.
Perhaps you’ve wandered, sought for sunlight, only to be caught in the stone cold rain…
For Nicole
Some friends come, some friends go, some will leave a lesson for you.
A Journal in My Back Pocket
I keep a journal in my back pocket. I scribble to-do’s in receipts, in store pamphlets. I hold on to photographs to put in a locket. This is me trying not to forget.
An Empty Room
An empty room, nothing but silence and, you—a recurring thought of a distant memory, where all I felt was misery;
I think I can’t ever forget
The moment our eyes first met…