Respite, some respite
When’s it going to come
Just a little awning
to duck beneath the sun
When it rains it pours,
my Mother used to say
Grew up too fast,
we grew up too fast
We forgot all of the fun
We learned to overthink
Remember, remember
Nothing lasts forever
Over and over
and what is the point?
I lie down and practice
breathing
as if I forget how it’s done
Praying to nameless
that these chest pains
are only anxiety
I keep on doing it,
this living thing
Keep on continuing
because I do not
know anything else
And over and over
So what is the point?
Struggling to find the strength
to remove this mental blade
from my ribs
*** ***
Today is day 67 since my last drink.
It’s been 80 days since my last confession.
I’m happy to announce that I have a few poems published today in the third issue of Paper Plane Pilot Publishing’s In-flight Literary Magazine. Check out the issue here to read a slew of work from poets and short-fiction writers.
Today
I am outweighed
By anchors ripping clouds
By upstanding conveyances
Sky bound
Today
No more dismay
No more adjectives for
falling airplanes and poking at
bruises
Outweighed
Happy to say
The sky is the limit
Willing to break rock chandelier
with fall
Outweighed
By things do change
For the better if I
grab the wheel and steer this vessel
off rocks
Today
will be that day
I’m taking back the reins
I’m melting icebergs, removing
roadblocks
Today
No more dismay
The sky is the limit
Grab the reins and steer this vessel
sky bound
From my debut poetry book, FM Ghost, available online.
FM Ghost 