Somedays I’m okay
But today is not somedays
And then when it turns night
That’s when my brain likes to play
Tricks on me
and my memory
Darkness creeps in every crevice
Tainting everything
that is precious
You’d think I’d learn some lessons
But I just need more sessions
Of Therapy
Maybe I’ll find some clarity
Find some familiarity
Because primarily
This will only last temporarily
And soon
I’ll be sitting in my serenity

More or Less

The more I write

The less I cry

The less I want to die

The less I feel my lifes a lie

The more I write

The more I feel

The more I’m real

The more I don’t have to conceal

The more I write

The less I drown, the more I swim

The less I lose, the more I find in a poem