Pen drips agony, for the moment needed has flowed. Ink rivulets to tear streams, deepening into heartache falls. the poet’s life stretches as far as the pen can see, making it a mess to watch. Pen dripsagony, for the moment needed has flowed.  Ink rivuletsto tear streams, deepening into heartache falls.  the poet’s life stretches as far as the pen can see, making it a ...

Sorry my child, The world has Forgotten again. Forgotten love, Forgotten peace… Forgotten that we all Must eventually answer Life’s ultimate call. Life is too short, To feed the hate, To feed the abject misery. My child remember War serves no one, As the rest of the world Has once again Forgotten.

Choices haunt me Offering no reprieve, No clear right and wrong Simply this or that Eating at the mind. Questioning the how and why Using guilt and even then, Even if,  I choose right Never knowing the Critical what if, Ending up with the Shadow of doubt looming.

No garden is without weeds, careful tending the posies building the beds up to cover bones of past deeds.   Beauty a good illusion to hide secrets better buried. My garden of posies and bones that is kept unknown, admired by those who would never truly see.

***Trigger Warning: Following Article Deals With Eating Disorders*** When recovering from an eating disorder, the most prominent “E” is eating. When should I eat? Where am I eating? What should I eat? Why should I eat? How can I possibly eat? The roller coaster of that “E” feels like an endless ride. But there is ...