Posted in My Poetry

Shameless killer

You’re a collection of my being

Every letter

Every word

I see as a part of me

These sentences are my appendages

I cannot move without them

But they do not come from my mouth

For I can not walk through my tongue

Only my writing can give me legs

So please understand

My voice is within me

Not outside of me.

Posted in Living in Australia

Lock down #2

Same time

Same place

Vaccine won’t come until October

I’m fine

I’m totally fine

Just going a little mental

Better than last year’s mental

But still

The antsy fretting won’t stop

I feel trapped

But I’m grateful to have a job

I feel caged

But I’m grateful no one I know has died

I feel tied down

But I’m grateful I still can run outside

I feel

I feel

I feel

But I can’t explain it