Up far too early,

And down much too late.

She greets the constant pressure

To keep it all straight.

Sparkling space for living,

Meals personally prepared.

The demand is her composure

Through the wear and the tear.

The kids are all cared for

While, as always, duteous wife.

No rest is in sight now,

For this is her life.


The Woods Are Calling



When your mind forms the chaos,


The trees take thoughts away


When your heart is thundering


The air holds your questions at bay.


When your soul is a blunder,


The soil will keep you straight.


When you rage inside from all the pain,


The wild absorbs the hate.


So walk in the woods with me,


For your feet will find the ground.


Let your vision clear before you;


As your body absorbs the sound.


Give it all to the breezes;


Rest your hands in the peace.


For, the world will be clearer,


With the beckoning of trees.


Daily Prompt: Filthy


via Daily Prompt: Filthy


Barroom temptress, you burst through the door.

“Hot mess,” you are indeed.

Arriving, boisterously, you flock to the stool

For all of your terrible need.

Ranting and raving profanities,

As you guzzle up the drinks.

All the while, your head believes

You’re finer than we think.

Sweaty, sloppy, slutty,

As you throw yourself at men.

They cringe to picture you pretty,

And are sure that you never have been.

Piercing words are slurring,

Demanding that you be seen.

But, tonight’s another night you’ve shown

Your soul is far from clean.

Don’t You…


Don’t you say you’re sorry

For the shit you sold to me.

Don’t you say you have regrets

For the couple we could be.

Don’t you say you’ve made mistakes

With promises you vowed.

Don’t you say you’re bailing

And can’t take the here and now.

Don’t you leave me wondering;

Don’t you run and hide.

I lay awake and wonder why

You promised that closure…and died.

As Night Draws Near…


The darkness comes…

And, inevitably, the fear—

Creeping inside me,

For I know it is near.

Wriggling, writhing,

It beckons my soul.

For, I am the one

That you cannot console.

With pain in my eyes

And a thundering head—

These flashes of night

Hold the weight that I dread.

Fluttering, falling…

My thoughts take their flight.

Daring to see,

As I drift through this night.

The visions retrieved

Are the death to what’s right.

But, I still feel the pull

As the day turns to night.


From Passion to Love


Steal an extra moment,

As your eyes meet mine tonight.

Move hands a little slower;

Let’s give in to what feels right.

Taste me a little deeper,

As my tongue makes way for yours.

Listen, closely, as our bodies meet,

For you’ll realize…

Your heart roars.



Far away, you see me here

Adrift within my mind.

And, though my eyes, they wander…

I can tell you I am fine.

My tone of voice reflects the pain

I cannot put to words.

Yet, anyone who knows my soul

Has all but overheard.

It hurts me so to wake again

And keep on with this fight.

I continue to push through physically

For what I know is right.

Emotionally, I am draining.

Much more, no, I can’t take.

Will you finally let me be myself

When the time has come to break?