Nothing but this

You showed me feelings

I never had before

They were of softness and kindness

Of what i had only heard from others

But they seeped into my parched skin like silky, nourishing lotion.

And i don’t know even how to remove it all

It’s gotten to my core that it would be like sloughing off my own skin.

But you’re not here with me…

You made the choice for me.

So how do i expect more

When i had so much in so little time

But want nothing but this anymore?

Tried until i died

I await what i am worthy of

I have already done my time

With less and the lesser

The weak, the cruel, the manipulators

And so

Even though finding someone good and worthy of me remains fustrating, overwhelming and many many times unfailingly disheartening…

I guess all i can do is try until i don’t want to or die knowing i tried all i could.

You owe me big.

Covid Xmas thoughts

And as i see images of those who gather inspite of the warnings, the case counts, the deaths…i hope that life does not teach them wiseness through consequences… But perhaps it should.

To everyone resisting, you are not alone… There are many of us yearning for a better time…in spite of those who don’t care for you as much as you care for them…

Until that time, i admire your strength and hope that you and the people you cannot see today are safe in spite of the actions of others. The feeling of holding them alive and well will be worth all the wait.

Merry Christmas.

More in a world of less

Dear woman,

Why you willing to make do with less than you deserve? Why are glimpses of reassuring words more believed than actions that leave you nowhere?

Yes we have seen others do it, they have raised us and loved us but they have also made us believe that we too in all our good, grace and worthiness need to live with less because we cannot expect better…

Why must we carry the burden of being worthy of more in a world of less…?


It’s not you really

It was my first rendezvous

With emotion

With potential

I have seen desire

I have felt wanted in the heat of the moment

As the prize that awaits to be taken

I have seen it spark and dull as soon as it is satitated

But you were lost… And let me find myself in you…

It was your softest touches

That made me ache for your warmth

But you too could only be fleeting…

You who saw something real and ran back to your demons

Their harm was more familiar than my hope.

I feel cheated… This will never be what i deserve.

It will never be what i am due.

I don’t want to be an outlier.

I want to be the cliche that brings such relief.

To all optimists and well-wishers

I too want to believe their words

I too want to bury my wariness

Before it consumes me whole

Before it hardens what beats.

I left before

I left before he needed to push away my hand clasping his tightly…

Knowing all the while that he could forget all that i would always remember…

Knowing i will regret not seeing through what he easily leaves behind…

I look back but see my shadow lingering…

Waiting for a chance that will never come.


A wanderer met a healer

They felt their spark at once

And yet the healer’s glow hurt the wanderer’s eyes…

And the healer foresaw the circuitous journey of the wanderer…

And so the healer looked on hope

Yet the wanderer sought to wander once again.

He kissed her hand and wished her well…

“Maybe I’ll be back some day…”

And for once the healer felt the gaping wounds she always sought to heal.

I think I asked to feel…

I’m sorry I think I asked for you…

As broken and weary and lost as you are

I think I still asked for you.

I asked to feel what i have never felt before

And you crossed my path and lingered long enough for me to know what that is.

And while I can feel all this pain of letting you go… I know I am stronger and staying with you will only make you feel more than I ever could.

Hurt you more than I have ever hurt myself… And so I let you go even though you made me feel… And it felt so good to actually feel.