
Please reflect on my end
And not my beginning
When I pass into the unknown.
See how far I’ve come
And where to I am going,
Not where my stories were once told.

Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.

Please reflect on my end
And not my beginning
When I pass into the unknown.
See how far I’ve come
And where to I am going,
Not where my stories were once told.

To disconnect is to relate
At least to me
Far off from a touch of reality
Is where my mind needs to be

Discord splits and digs deeper
until it takes root.
The family tree grows
to nurse rotten fruit.
Nothing but fake smiles.
Members hidden in disguise.
No one truly happy
Hearts decaying with flies.

Animate me
Bring me to life
Open my curtains
Let in some light
Release me from darkness
From deep dark despair
Lessen depression
Show me you’re there

Take me to places I’ve always needed to go
Stand with me against anyone who’s foe
Welcome my heart and understand all my needs
Believe in me, love for me, cherish me, please

Let the breeze whistle to me
To forewarn my doom
Let my magick shatter the storm
And signal me a tune
Keep me safe, keep me warm
Under the moonlight of the sky
Fire is roaming, disaster is coming
Help me persevere and survive

It hurts to be your invisible fluke.
A title I took up the day I was born.
Not planned, not wanted, a dent to your life.
Something to hide from. Never mourned.
A bastard still has birthdays once a year.
Although they mean nothing to you.
It took a lifetime to look at myself and say,
“One day, I’ll mean something to somebody soon.”

An Exchange
One night you have me
Opening me up and swallowing my sorrows
And next, I have you
Giving into your need
To engulf me whole
And find me
Until the next nightfall
I’m brave enough to find you

Give me empathy
I beg you to
Please understand
Why I do what I do
I live in a circle
Tortured to no end
You hold me closely
Aren’t willing to bend
Please twist your mind
And see as I do
I need you to get me
As I work to get you

The morning wakes her
The mirror whispers foe
Her unfulfilled dreams mark her a fool
Hesitant for life
She sways with no bite
She follows, only meant for the rules
Safety in comfort
No betting on hands
She will get nowhere in time
Lost to the masses
Unless she understands
Critical thinking may save her life