Friday, May 15, 2015

Poetry


Poetry

poetry is what happens
in
between
breaths

it's the packed bags
the night sweats
the confidence
the inept

it resides where you
let it
and stays

where it wants

Monday, May 4, 2015

I took to forgive





    took forgiveness 
out of a book 
and 
put it in real life. 
It felt different to give 
instead of read
about giving. 
I feel as though I've joined a privileged club 
of people 
who wear
        invisible name badges 
        and have chains full of keys 
to rooms 
that most people don't 
even know are there.