Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides

How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take

He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it open
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me

Chasing Sunsets

Chasing sunsets,

The ones that shine brightest

Only to disappear

And return again

But never in the same light

Never seen the same way

These eyes tell me, don’t look away

Before it’s gone too soon


Is it too much to ask
To have you say
And do all of the
Appropriate things
To touch gently
To say the truth and beauty
Of the moments
You and I spend

Is it too much to ask
To respond
To the love I give
To show the depth
Of the love you feel

Is it too much to ask
Is it a childish need
Is this what we’ve become
Is this where we’ll always be
Always wishing and waiting
For the love we both need

What Happened To Her

What is she doing up there on the stage,
graduating with a masters in IT
when she should have graduated with Anthropology,
with Archaeology,
with Egyptology as her focus?

And why is she pregnant,
and with a child,
when she didn’t want kids to begin with,
when she wanted to be an explorer,
when she was going to sit among the pyramids.

Where did those dreams go?
She has tears in her eyes,
she may be sorrowful,
and wondering the same thing.

She may be full of regrets,
but I hope she is happy
with where she is
and who she is with.

This is part two of the writing prompt from the poetry workshop with Carlos Andres Gomez. The prompt is to look at the celebratory moment as if you are watching as a bystander in a different era. For reference, check the first poem in the writing prompt here:

This Is Our Moment

in a black graduation gown,
and black heels,
feeling the weight of my 8th month pregnant belly
down to my swollen ankles,
I walk from the parking garage
into the thick, sweltering heat towards the hall.

where am I headed,
the destination is unknown,
but I am headed down to where my family,
my estranged parents,
my supportive in-laws,
and my 4 and half year old daughter
will witness an achievement
that no one else in my family has ever seen before.

I will be the first,
and I pray to God that my daughter,
both in the audience
and the unborn one inside of me,
will follow in these footsteps-
take each painful step and still rise
to the challenge
to show everyone that they can.

I reach the stage,
the announcer calls my name,
and tears and a smile reach my face,
as my heart pounds,
my feet ache,
and the baby inside me is overjoyed.

yes, this is my moment, and it is yours, too.

Written in a poetry workshop with Carlos Andres Gomez, July 1, 2020. Check out this incredible poet here: The prompt was to write about a celebratory moment where you are physically in the moment, I chose the day of my Master’s degree graduation.

Lock & Key

A treasure trove
filled with secrets

A lock and key
twirling through fingers

Turning the key
demons spring forth
dancing in the light

taking in their faces,
their shapeshifter dance,
I sink further into the knowing
and cannot be undone.

A Muse

Another thing to adore
another body to explore
a muse to rouse you
right on cue

I’m more than you think
a mind,
a soul,
a bad-ass beyond control

Comfort needed for my pain
loved longing for you again
take this two steps back
unsure how to react
I’ve spilled my love for you
Now I’m angered by you

a muse…

Breathe Again

Image credit: AstroStar

I step out into the darkness
With the sky lit above me
The orb has reached its full potential
And I am reminded of the beauty around me
The twinkling above is the same as it’s always been
But much brighter than I’ve allowed myself to see
Somewhere out there under the same sky
You’ve been thinking of me
And I can finally breathe