Someone like me I don’t get to choose. I made this bed some time ago. What’s left to do, But love and lose, But bear this crushing heart Of mine. This is who I am. I can’t ignore the way I feel, Even if I know you don’t. Even if I can’t explain it. I…

You might find yourself Like me, growing older,  Switching jobs, making less Your hair thinning over stress, And feeling your heart empty again. Like the droughts that come and go This one has lasted a long time. I have worked myself to the bone And all my love has run dry, Though I told myself…

I burned your love As unceremoniously as I could manage And scattered it’s ashes to the wind. I wept until my tears ran out and In the years since I haven’t cried again. The wound your parting words left I cauterized with every cheap pleasure I could muster. Wrapped in that numbness I could move,…

The meaning of life: The ghost that haunts us all, So often led me to panic Over heaven,  Over hell, Over a God that I believed in And the version of him I constructed. As the years have molded me I came to see God’s sense of humor. There was one meaning that shone Through…

He had a way of being That turned heads, Twisted tongues And confounded countless minds. This way about him was a certainty Like death, and taxes. And when he paid taxes and died He did it his way. And he was asked why, more times Than he himself ever thought of dying, Except there was…

This is it for me, There’s nothing else to life. Some days, it’s more than I could dream, Some days, it’s nothing at all, And all of that is mental. Some days, I need everything I don’t have, Some days I have everything I don’t need. Some days I can’t smile, I can’t dream,  And…

Knowing and not understanding, Seeking and not finding. The definition of insanity Is doing the same thing over and over And expecting a different result. Knowing and not understanding, Seeking and not finding. Years have passed, My scales still tilt toward the future. If only I could be free to choose it What then? Everything…

I finally found freedom When the coarseness of life Stripped away everything else. What was left was faith. No matter how much I despised it, Cursed it for its suffering, It’s foolishness, And it’s childishness. I realized– If this is all that’s left Then how foolish can it be? Or is it human to be…

The one percent of the one percent  Ever make it out of hell. It couldn’t be me, I thought. But my instincts had me clinging to something On the edge of that vast, empty chasm. “You have to climb, and climb, and climb  And never give up” Shouted the many voices of my heart and…

What awaits me then? Tomorrow, When the mourning dove sings, To carry the death of yesterday To where it is redeemed: In the light, In the endless possibility  Of a sunrise I may never see. The same way that a tree Has no way to know if it’s seeds Will ever find fertile soil and…