Open Book

I’m an open book
Turn the page and take a look
Inside you’ll find every emotion and feeling
The trauma and pain that still needs healing
The once frightened child
My thoughts gone wild
The tears that I’ve cried
All the times that I’ve tried
The love in my soul
Things I can’t control
Every page, every chapter
Will have you wonder
How life hasn’t snapped her

Safe Grounding

I’m falling faster; deeper into the abyss
Thinking about all the time I might miss
The gravity, the force; increasing pressure
The distance from here to the ground I can’t measure
Increasing Heartrate, I can feel it pounding
I don’t want to die
I just need safe grounding

Two Foxes

There once was a fox so lonely and sad

This fox didn’t know how bad it she had.

A fox so scared

A fox so meek

A fox didn’t look

A fox didn’t seek

There once was fox roaming through life

He buried his feelings, his pain his strife

A fox so sly

A fox so mystique

A fox didn’t look

A fox didn’t seek

There once was a day when sun broke through the trees

The foxes, not seeking, could finally see.

He saw her eyes and She felt his strength

Soon the distance between them; less than an arm’s length

Two foxes together are better than one

Two foxes can play; two foxes can run

Two foxes no longer alone on their own

Two foxes together finally found their home

There was once were two foxes

It’s so Lonely to be Ill

Doctors and pills
Therapists and good will
Procedures and blood draws
Operations and white gauze
Tear drops and can’t sleep
Fresh wounds skin deep
It’s lonely to be ill
Self love, self care
self what? who? where?

The sunshine, the yoga
The essential oils of Aunt Rhoda
The diets and deep breathing
But I’m still here dry heaving
No meditation or willingness
Can take away the illness
It’s so lonely to be ill
Hospital stays and beeping nights
When am I ever going to feel right
More prods more pokes
More pain it invokes
Don’t forget to take your meds
Enjoy your day alone in bed.
It’s so lonely to be ill