Medicated Faith

Medicated Faith

Medicated Faith   “Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you” -Taylor Swift: Soon You’ll Get Better   A prayer to my orange bottles:   I spent 4 months to get you Endless rounds of blood work- turning up nothing “Goodbye...
Resilience

Resilience

Resilience   You’re sick isn’t worthy.  No ribbon, no run. Not dying, not living.  Just a life come undone.   Tests do not show, The battles you’ve fought. Some will believe you,  Others will not.   You’ve lost all your shine. You’re just not the same....
My Eyes

My Eyes

My Eyes Many sights once blessed my eyes: Candlelight flickering against cold walls, illuminating my song. Melismatic music fluttering across pages like butterflies made of notes. Steady silhouettes of an anticipating audience, eager for my next line. Elastic on my...
The Alone

The Alone

The Alone   One Room, four walls, two windows, one door and one bed. The Alone Minimal Silent   To survive in The Alone acceptance is mandatory No choice Letting go Floating, untethered Existing in a void rather than a place   Dry and suffocating The...