The Body is a Cage

I walk up the stairs at midnight, sleepy, hopeful. Before I reach the top, anxiety has begun to snake its way up the back of my neck. I am wide awake, heart beating too fast, blood running hot. Exhaustion has...

Weakness is a Secret

I am feeling the familiar sting of being different, of never quite fitting. The cloud in an otherwise clear sky is my echo, the storm my paramour, my comrade, my undoing. I try to step quietly, to blend into the...

Rainy Days

I wake to a grey day, breathe it in slowly, deeply, feel encapsulated. I am content, safe. I open the window to let the drops touch my face, close my eyes, smile filling up the room. I am grateful to...

When the Sky Breaks

There is a weight that comes over me, an unexplainable heavy feeling, as if the sky has broken, fallen into my bones, flooded my eyes, my thoughts, my throat. I try to understand it, to explain it to Joe, but...

Poetry this Good Needs to be Shared

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