Never

The tracks of my tears
have forged their own roads.
Laying new roads
for memories
Of stupid moments
And inside jokes.
I am forced to travail those
roads alone now
but you are always with me.
Ensuring that I will always laugh, cry and remember.

I Dream of Poetry

I dream
in words.
Bright, effervescent, definitive words
inked into
my brain.
Building
inescapable images
and constant comfort.

Fierce

You will not bury me
With your assumptions
And definitions.
Have you ever
Bled for 28 days straight,
Birthed a baby, been verbally or physically violated, battled your
Hair, heels and society’s
Expectations?

No…
Then be silent
And bask in my image,
My power, my strength
Or prepare to wallow in
The fiery depths of my
Rage.

Time After Time

These
Memories assail me
Keeping me anchored to
The past
Tied as closely as
The chains they once bore
They prevent
me from giving in
from giving up
Force me to
Continue pushing;
Hoping that I can secure
The present
For my future