Hope (Page 4)

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

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.

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

(333 words)

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

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

Sometimes, it eludes me
when I’m not feeling
anything really.

TW: Depression

I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.

I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.

Incredible stories come from people of all ages.

I never said it would be easy.