I'm actually a little proud of this.  Thinking about taking it to an open mic, because it's meant to be performed, and looks a little forlorn sitting there on the page as text.  My journey to identity after my diagnosis continues to be excruciating, but this helps me get my voice back.  Peace, friends.

( A is for... )

Hope springs eternal, my friends, and I think there is something to be said about just getting up and facing another day when it seems like the war has been lost.  It's poetry, though, so frickin' beware.  Been writing a lot of poems lately--they've come out pretty dark, emo and emotionally immature (imagine that!).  This one, however, seems to ( Read more... )

( Waxing poetical (be warned)... )