Poem: I Am… (VI)

I have not decided who I am. I wax and wane and want for more. My today is not total, but my yesterday is expired and two sizes too small.

Poem: I Am… (V)

I am better because I don’t back down. Life taught me courage but I chose to keep it. I poisoned my past, I bore the bad. I am everything if I endeavor to try.

Poem: I Am… (IV)

I am imperfect indecision Quiet chaos, Self-censored for fear. I hold back howls despite intention. I crave connection but cannot piece myself into the puzzle. I am not shaped satisfactorily. I am shaved down. I strip myself to quiet quirks. My full self stands forgotten.

Poem: I Am… (III)

III. I am not the shadow behind me or the sunburnt skin peeling off, it was my choice not to wear sunblock and I will bear the consequences I am too red to care I am the age I am because I have chosen to live even though it hurts I have bitten back […]

Poem: I Am… (II)

II. I am the flesh and life is the blade but all it takes is scarlet for me to bleed myself back. I regret the wounds, but not the scars, I do not blame the stars for the dark of night. If they can’t see either I’ll light their way.

Poem: I Am… (I)

I. I am not concerned with the grey-colored lenses of passerbies, I am burning, ink, inkwells, the sound of a keyboard klick-klacking I am the snow my skates shave off as I turn I was stone but now I am water I have stared my self-shame and known it was me but I have […]