Poetry ~ The Fog

Fog fills her head rendering her numb

there is nothing to feel, see or hear

save the rumbling chorus of the half dead

mutants crouched behind dumpsters

sheltered under blankets in doorways

hidden in plain sight

the unseen fog-filled beings of the night

a foreshadowing of a zombie apocalypse

induced by greed; sustained through apathy

by day the world is too loud, too bright

she cannot control the chaos in her head

she must find the fog to smother her thoughts

swallow the light and muffle the noise

her heart is filled with dread

she cannot force a smile

or look you in the eye

only through her light

burning inside

can she confront

the fog

that is taking

her life

This poem is dedicated to all the lost souls battling addiction. May you find your light❤️

Poetry~ Sometimes When I Cry

Sometimes, when I cry

sorrow washes over me
drowning me in grief
gasping for air
I struggle to survive

Sometimes, when I cry

it is fear
masked as anger
raging against the unknowable
craving control

Sometimes, when I cry

memories surface
reflections of times gone by
faint, faces and places
forever adrift in my mind

Sometimes, when I cry

it’s to say goodbye,
to old ways
to beloved friends and family
to dreams that never materialized

Sometimes, when I cry

my tears fall in surrender
 as I lay down my sword
declaring a cease-fire
with the universe

Sometimes, when I cry

it is with an awareness
that this too shall pass
all my joy and all my sorrow
fleeting, laughter and tears

Sometimes, when I cry

it is for you
to allow the river of your tears
to fill your valleys
creating fertile soil for regrowth

Sometimes, when I cry

it is with a mindfulness
that the essence of this life
is best expressed
through the tears in my eye


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