
Will the inscape of my poetry
Foreshadow my doom
Will it lay the groundwork for me
Intentions in a cradled moon
Or is it visions of my trauma
My past that lit fire after night
The things that built me lonely
Past and Future surely blight

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

Will the inscape of my poetry
Foreshadow my doom
Will it lay the groundwork for me
Intentions in a cradled moon
Or is it visions of my trauma
My past that lit fire after night
The things that built me lonely
Past and Future surely blight

Retrograde with me
So we can go back and pick the primrose
The first flower to ever bloom

What drew you to me?
Was it my innocence?
Did it radiate to you?
Could you tell I was a victim,
Because I didn’t have a clue?
Couldn’t avoid you
or notice your predator eyes.
Couldn’t deny you
or sift through what I didn’t know were lies.
I let you have me
and take me
to the worst parts of you.
I let you use me
and break me
because I didn’t have a clue.

Can you ebb away my happiness?
I don’t want to hope
Memories break down on me
Broken glass, a shattered trope
Can you bring me realization?
A world too physical to breathe
I need to not drift elsewhere
I need truth too sharp to sheath

Hesitate before you reach me. Let the wonder linger in that moment. The hunger for me build on the tip of your tongue and the possibilities of us exhilarate your mind. Create us to last forever in each of your falling steps.

If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart

The flaw in your smile
I see it
In one portrait
Hidden, mischievous, fake.
It stretches
Teeth gleaming white.
I see you
Waiting for your next prey.
A catch that isn’t me.

The Sea has a face
Only seen by the gods
It rages and conquers
And swallows all odds
Its movement is felt
By ships’ steady flee
Then taken under
A breath lost at sea

To mend a broken heart after grief
Is to stitch it full of scars
Never beating the same
Never loving the same
But always hurting the same
When memories turn to shards

Calm and collected
while I’m shaking inside.
Courageous and brave
when I just want to hide.
What I display to you
is what I want to be.
My persona is a cover
to hide the real me.