Tuesday, June 28, 2011

fake

perception is reality
well
the reality you share

in public
you

smile
laugh
are friendly
caring

behind closed doors
you

control
manipulate
berate
demand

once out again
you are a proud peacock
while your family sits on the side

cringing at every approving glance

knowing the truth behind that face

seeing the evil within your soul.

you are not
honorable
or
repeatable

all you are is

fake.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

unsure

we are taught to:
think for ourselves
forge our own paths
map out our destiny

except...

sometimes...

family does not agree
they're needs trump our own.

our voice is
quieted
muffled
silenced

until
we are unable to think for ourselves

then, we are their pawn
waiting to find which direction to move in.

what kind of life is that?

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

wondering

why
can't you find your strength?

why
won't you think for yourself?

why
do they refuse to let you go?

why
is it impossible for you to leave?

why
can only the youngest ones see
are they the only ones with eyes
where did they learn acceptance?

why
is everyone so close minded?

why
are you scared?

why
are you so scared?

why
are you so scared?

what do you think will happen?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

calm

settling in
back to normal

only not-
really

questions loom
feelings the same

back to normal-
only not.

is this normal?
what is normal?

change
acceptance
approval

where are you?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

control

stomach tense
mind races
hands shake

when will this get better?

stop mind.
stop.
stop.
stop.

why won't you listen to me?

I need control.
There is no control.
Need, control

to stop the mind
from traveling down
the dark alleys--
you never come back from.

Friday, June 10, 2011

restless

minutes refuse to pass.
they drag themselves out
until every painful second

has had its fair share.

they are
taunting
mocking
looking distastefully

as if to say:
we're doing this on purpose.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

elated

Joy fill me
and
wants to burst out.

one hundred twenty seconds.
a mere
one hundred twenty seconds.

To calm my restless nerves.
To hear your voice.

one hundred twenty seconds
is all it took.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

disconnected

in the age of communication on every device known. there is a strange sound of silence.

nothing. no sounds. no words. nothing.

we hear from people all day long for the most trivial details of their lives. we read information about people's lives that we do not care about.

it's in front of us all the time. all the time. all the time.

except when it's not.

then the silence is deafening.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

relief

Relief washes over me.
The elephant standing on my chest is gone.

There is nothing left to do except wait.
I have no control anymore.
It all rests on your shoulders.

You are carrying the hopes of two people.
Try not to get weighed down by the enormity that stands before you.

You must be strong as you travel on this journey.

Because, I am strong for you while I am waiting.