Disconnected

Particles of despair spin midair.
They soon become swallowed and part of me
before there’s a chance of being wiped away.

I try and I try and only return to asking:

How is this pain necessary?
Is not struggling even an option?
Is my negative perspective the only guideline I carry?

The nature of it does not resemble the ideal.
When it starts to feel like
we’re falling off track from living the dream,

there’s a knock on the door. We shake off the covers
to awaken where unicorns fly above rainbows
and oh, how we wonder with befuddlement,

‘how did we get here?’

Great Expectations [with audio]

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*spoken word*

My expectations are high
I want to find a love that will lift me to the sky
I’ve got this crazy idea in my mind
You’ll be the love I’ve been hoping to find
But you’re just a guy
Destined to make mistakes

We give and we take
Along the way
We hope for something more
But this is all we’ve got
I’m just a girl
And you’re just a guy
We’re both hoping for a love that will lift us to the sky

If we look hard enough we can see the stars
Do they shine in you like I want them to…


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One