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I still feel like an impostor

but…

not in that I’m hiding or faking

my presence,

but in that I have trouble

finding a sense of belong… mais 26 palavras

M: now go to your room

you are grounded

For you can’t be trusted…

H: But but it isn’t my fault…

M: Yes it is! mais 14 palavras

Even subconsciously

I know when

hurt is out to hurt me

and always I feel

as though my peaceful passiveness

toward it all

pilots the gas that lights… mais 12 palavras

Our fears only chase us

in our dreams…

And so we call them nightmares,

beasts of the dark

that gallop along craggy shores

of wasteland with no end… mais 61 palavras

I am poetry.

I am curves and swirls

letters and words and sentences

and action…

I am language

of both the unspoken

and the talk told. mais 42 palavras

But I’m not ready to come down yet –

and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either…

I just need a transitional lift, mais 52 palavras