A Mile in Your Shoes

I’d scrutinize addicts confess their relapses,my face passive while I judged them silently,self-righteously thinking,“Oh! What a great tragedy drugs are! How could they bear the devastation of addiction, the humiliation of relapse,the fall from grace”I would never be like them I was sure. Yesterday I was stuck in bed,stuck in a mental loop of tortureContinue reading “A Mile in Your Shoes”

Failed

On this path again I tread alone…Familiar dark feelings embrace me,pointing to forgotten corners and alleys.Their eyes I avoid,afraid of what I’ll see there;their love that I ran from,the darkness and ugliness I felt free from. In a life far from this path,I loved.I found someone I’d be good enough for.Other feelings embraced me,brighter andContinue reading “Failed”

Rain For The Wicked

I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”

Solitary

For loneliness was when I stood aside and watched the peace that filled the room.Locked out I resulted to the glass,looking in,Love a fruit I wanted washing down my throat to my cells. Pain a thorn forever on my side;I let it fester,watching the pus and swelling,.Even the flies find a home,and I can’t. IContinue reading “Solitary”

Fragments

I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”

Colour Me Your Love

It was not by the colour of our skin that our love was built,but my blood that sang to the beat of his heart. It was not by the ebony of my skin,that greatly contrasted the cream of his,But by the dancing of our bodies under the moonlight. Nor was it about the onyx ofContinue reading “Colour Me Your Love”