Trust blessed mewith unbearable lonelinessas you loved awaymy self-esteemreplacing it with fear and doubt Your love gifted mewith shattered confidenceplacing no valueon my presenceshowing no appreciationfor my time I cannot love you anymorefor my beautiful hearthas been shatteredYet-this broken heartStill beats Photo by Hernan Pauccara from Pexels

He is the perfect partnerThe words tumble from her lipsdisregarding anypain or tearspreviously shed He is passionate and dignifiedwords she now uttersas the warmthof his bodycomforts her in his bed His words aresoft and caringlike none she’s ever heardher words describe him boldlywithout the slightest care in the world She’s oblivious to thetime and patienceinvested ...

A broken man can see no wrong...

I found you one day Alone and wandering Among the jungle of peers You were a candle in the dark The light solely radiating Within your solitude I took you in Called you mine Braved many jungles since While lovers never to be Leaving that chapter behind We stayed close hand in hand Promising friendship ...

Mourn, Grieve, Exhaustion BREATHE Protest, Stand Up, Speak Out BREATHE Silenced, Beaten, Killed We Will Breathe Weep, Yell, Curse BREATHE Over-taxed, Over-looked, Over-worked JUST BREATHE Underestimated, Unseen, Unwanted BREATHE Challenged, Choke, Confined TODAY WE BREATHE!!!

She stares blankly in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her eyes used to glimmer with hope, now they seem empty. She’s tired, always so tired. Going through the motions of life with the mask of happiness, trying to appease the world. The mask falters rarely, and when it does, she’s quick to adjust it. ...

A country built on fears made of multiple tiers causing mothers to shed tears because others cannot contain their scares   We cannot ‘run’ free that’s now news to me for when they see me in the land of the free they somehow still see – property   I step out of line wrong place ...

Where there once was a burning passion There is now a wick drowned in wax Where there once was a lively phoenix There is now a pile of ash Where there once was combustion There is now a broken-down vessel Where there once was a garden There are now broken stems and petals Where there ...

Who is this woman staring back at me?   Lost and alone,        yet connected to a being   Battered and bruised        from a chance she once took   To love a stranger        from a friend she mistook   She is strong but broken –   Misplaced ...