~Mantra’s Story~ Making My Way Clear

    I sit.. eyes still sleepy..lashes fluttering, but..Awake Just awakening from about a 15 year gray haze… Blurry shadowy figures, dim lights and distant screams Cursed whispers lie in the corners o f my eyes Sore hands wiped down my face Blistered feet resting on hardwood floor achy bottom sitting on the edge of…

Hurt

Deep desperation and longing.. broken glasses and shattered windows.. My heart aches.. but I can’t fix it.. I don’t know how.. ..a pain unlike anything I have ever felt. What heals this? What makes this better? I know time.. but I ain’t got time.. now. What heals this NOW? Can I drink it out.. Can…

Continuum

Convicted and addicted to not being alone… I carelessly, thoughtlessly, choose my temporary vice..A night, a day, a couple of nights, a couple of days.. to call back in a year, to call back tomorrow. to talk to, to flirt with, to dehumanize, to belittle, to release on.. to dis-respect, to be dis-respected to abuse,…

When it hurts so bad

I can ‘t help but relate this to the words in a song by Lauryn Hill “When it hurts so bad, why does it feel so good.” Ma..an. This hurts. It really hurts. It’s like a sunken lost piece of my rib, that has wandered through my body searching for it’s “fit”. It feels sore….