My truth

Sometimes I wonder if I see me correctly,
I wonder whether I know myself
or is it others who see the real me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me honestly
do I see myself truthfully?

Intervention

Lord, give me strength
to meet another day,
to fight for a difference,
to make a lasting change.

Insensate

I am too tired to fight it,
too drained to even try.
In the confines of my darkness,
it gets colder as i scorch.

Bittersweet and as painful.
I feel better as I feel worse.
I long for comfort that cannot come
so I simply descend to slumber.

Let me sleep so I can be awakened
…and tomorrow let it be forgotten.

I’ll see you , Monday

i imagine it to be worse than being stabbed,
the scars deeper than the physical ones,
incurable by man’s science —
and not even sleep could give reprieve.

i wish i could have just been cut,
then morphine could make me feel less
and only my body would need to heal —
everything else painless as i dream.

i will myself to stop breaking.
courage has always been greater and bigger than me,
but how can i stop the falling tears —
when my whole heart shatters as i breathe.

A sharp, projecting point

There are things I regret
and one of them is you.
For trusting and forgiving,
For stupidly believing.

Long years are not worth
the vanity and deceit.
The narcissistic tendencies
that built a fake reality.

Mirrors make light shine
but broken people don’t.
Even when put together,
cracks will always show.

Pity, pity, pity
How elusive your contentment is.