Wake Up…

You sip on your bleak cup of disappointment Not a particularly pretty cup or tasty beverage But I'm used to it now It's lukewarm indifference provides an unsettling comfort to my soul *** Is this addiction? Am I self-harming? I feel the pain... but not so deep A sweet sting Like the pricks of the … Continue reading Wake Up…

Fresh pot of motivation

Brew a fresh pot of coffee With the top so creamy and frothy Plotting the next steps for a future so bright and glossy Even though the start seemed rocky Hope the future does not hold onto past animosity Let the fruits of our labour come with vast velocity

Now hard to face

Your claws dig in me leaving me breathless Suffocated and entrapped with no room to self express *** What was once a soft touch and a warm embrace Became too much And is now hard to face