January 2025

Looking at the world, She felt that it was too sympathetic. It kept pitying her She did not like it, though. She only longed for

His arms were meant to be my comfort, Yet they felt cold, unkind, untrue. Never had I felt so unlucky, Haunted by a pain that

I do not remember who I was before the anxiety, I have spent many years digging for it’s genesis; Is it from the burden of

He’s asleep now, finally. I’ve been sitting here for hours, watching him. His face is still puffy, A faint bruise blooming on his arm. My

The laughter of a close friend, Fades into a silent refrain, The younger and tender years, Got well acquainted to pain, Dreams shadowed by loss

Listen, friend, I didn’t show up as you expected, Sorry, I’ve been hurt for so long. My family never showed me how to love, Caring

Mother asked me to shut my mouth, That no one must hear of the Grendel, Nor the whisper of my body’s grief, Seep from the

That night, rain lashed at our windows, Like a furious drum, each beat, A reminder of what was coming. Wind howled hard at my favorite

Born into shadows where no light shines, A child forgotten, lost in the lines. His first cry echoes in the cold, A life of struggle,

I wonder, I have never been a difficult child, I was an easy child, Coloring within the lines, I did not know any other way