something heavy


making it hard.


Is it stuck

can it move

it’s heavy


what are you

do you belong here?

so heavy.



Can it Be

Can it be?

For a moment, I think i think it can

It was.

Maybe, it is.


But can it be?

We know it can

For more than a moment

not so sure.


All the trust in the world,

To navigate this

You said I could

You said I would.


It’s in the in between,

not clear

Still unseen.


But in my mind,

it could be.

For once,

it could be.

Let it be.


Amen. ❤


Be: Indo-European root shared by Latin fui ‘I was,’ fio ‘I become’ and Greek phuein ‘bring forth, cause to grow.’ The origin ofare is uncertain.

Love: Old English lufu, of Germanic origin; from an Indo-European root shared by Sanskritlubhyati ‘desires,’ Latin libet ‘it is pleasing,’ libido ‘desire,’ also by leave2 and lief.


Stuck in between
Almost completely unseen

It’s there
So slight

Get out
No, wait

No, go
I realize how hard you’ve worked.  And how you held me up when I might have collapsed.

You did the best you could.
You did what you knew.

As I did.
As I do.



Spine: late Middle English: shortening of Old French espine, or from Latin spina ‘thorn, prickle, backbone.’


Dear stomach,
I understand we are integrating.

Integrate: mid 17th century: from Latin integrat- ‘made whole,’ from the verb integrare, from integer ‘whole’ (see integer). Compare with integral and integrity.


I can see it in others,
Not many.

There are some.

They do it
So naturally.

So there’s a way.
There’s a way.

Yes they have insecurities,
but it’s with a gentleness.

And kindness.

So it’s possible.
I see it.

Now to feel it. ❤

To Feel

To feel.
I pray.

Dear God,
Please help.
Thank you,

Guilt: Old English gylt, of unknown origin
Joy: Middle English: from Old French joie, based on Latin gaudium, from gaudere ‘rejoice.’

Listening To The Knot In My Stomach

I like to read pieces that make me feel.
Like this:

Stomach: from Old French estomac, stomaque, via Latin from Greek stomakhos ‘gullet,’ from stoma ‘mouth.’ The early sense of the verb was ‘be offended at, resent’ (early 16th century).

Wounds Down My Spine

Every inch
Holds another story
From behind my neck
and down my spine.

Like open wounds,
like open wounds.
oh it hurts.

one at a time,
where to begin.

the neck,
left shoulder,
behind the heart.

Afraid to look
the neck
someone help.
but no one can.
Each toe bends backwards.

How do I help,
Do you need care.

I’m sorry I ignored you.
Remember every moment
In the apartment
Or in the yard.

People everywhere
I couldn’t feel more alone.


I took you out.
Thank you. Now, the pain, and the pleasure.

Pain: penalty
Pleasure: to please measure



To feel better.
To breathe.
What would it be like.

Who would I be like?


Breathe: Exhale, steam.