The Enigma of Self

I do not understand myself and what I do sometimes nor how I’ve come to rebel within my rhythm and rhymes It is a releasing powerto manifest this way but for all this uttering, Ican’t keep the clouds at bay As I feel there’s no escaping the person I’ve become I will keep expressing myself it’s not worth hiding from

Not All Christmases Are Merry (with audio)

Not all Christmases are merry some Decembers aren’t very bright If you’re experiencing sorrow or pain be at peace, hear it said, ‘it’s alright’ You don’t have to force cheerfulness it can be sad to look at the lights Some Christmas memories aren’t jolly  and it’s not enjoyable to see the sights Perhaps you’re lonely, far from lovers orContinue reading “Not All Christmases Are Merry (with audio)”

Reconcile

Trigger Warning and Personal Note: The following poem is about about Bipolar disorder and some of its impacts. It also touches on childhood trauma and suicide in less obvious ways. This poem is incredibly personal and I ask that you treat it as such. Up until recently, I worked in mental health and understand theContinue reading “Reconcile”

Self-rejection

Self-rejection sounds like the great name for a poem, but my own self-doubt won’t even permit me to pen a few awkward lines. I lock a chain on my words even before they have a chance to form in my mind, trek down my arm and through my fingers. I’m annoyed at my inability to forgettheContinue reading “Self-rejection”