My Poem

My Poem

I love this poem
Writing it
Believing in it
I love what it does
For me
And for others
I love my poem
Even if it turns out
That I am the only one

Hope

Hope

The whimpering echoes
Of an unbridled passion
Flowing through the lives
Of those still living
Drowning out the screams
Of all hope lost
To the inevitability
Of loneliness

Necessity

Necessity

You don't
Have to

You don't have to
Have a good day
Smile, wave, and
Be friendly

You don't have to
Have a bad day
Yell, bicker, and
Be mean

You don't
Have to

Make it through every day
Entirely on your own
Or ask for help
From anyone

You don't
Have to

Even when this world
Is so much bigger than you
More significant than you
Unending and unforgiving

You don't have to

Unique

Unique

It can be difficult
Being different

You're not quite right
Not all there
Something missing
From that space beneath your hair

You'll grow out of it
One day, you'll see
It's just a phase
This can't be who'll you'll be

Shame will be felt
So long as they think they can
Make you better
Make you theirs, in the palm of their hand

To be different
Means to be free
Of their control
Of their belief

You'll end up alone
Because you're different
That's what they'll try to tell you
While they adjust your temperament

Being different
Can be difficult

Benjamin: Four Hundred Tries Later

Benjamin: Four Hundred Tries Later

I chose the word try
Way back when I did this
The very first time
For a very good reason

Life is trying
Living is giving it another go
Whether it be surviving or thriving
It's all about not quitting

More than once
I've turned away from this
So, what could it be
That keeps me coming back

A sad, simple truth
Could be fear
A simple, yet uplifting truth
Could be love

I have said before
Over this odyssey
Of 400 plus tries
That I am loved

That love is the fundamental reason
That all these tries later
Through the very darkest pits
Of all my anxiety and fear

I'm still here

In the Pen Volume 2: #31: Slice

In the Pen Volume 2: #31: Slice

Cut me open
And find inside
A small, scared boy
Just trying to hide

Cut me deep
And find within
A fragile glimmer
Of hope since given

Given in
To the lost dreams
Of a life
Once lived

Cut me through
To the core of when
I once believed
A new chance could begin

In the Pen Volume 2: #30: Jolt

In the Pen Volume 2: #30: Jolt

Bring me to life
With a jolt
Made of sacred energy

Compassion
Kindness
And care

Your love and support
Is priceless
And appreciated