Poems (Page 5)

Help (a poem)

The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

Within Every Single Word Lies Strength.   Opening Minds Revealing Hearts Long Stagnant.

I’m falling apart, and a part of me is falling, falling to the ground below.

Somehow you will get through it all

Sometimes, it feels quite personal,
an attack directed at me.

It’s quiet.
Except for nurses
in the hallway.

The tides draw me
relentlessly,
toward the distant shore.

As the moon moves
effortlessly,
high above the waters.

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

there are days, seasons
when i am by myself
lost and overwhelmed