My Handsome Son

He is an angelic treat
with his freshly squeezed sense of humor.
He is the genius behind the glasses,
my technology king, my little engineer
with a vivid imagination, always exploring new things.

He is my photographer and filmmaker,
my best man and my Prince Charming.
The talker with that infectious dimpled smile,
there’s never a dull moment.

He gives me strength and plenty of reasons
to smile, to hope, to keep believing
that everything will be alright
through the good times and bad.

He is the other ray of sunlight in my life.

Happy 8th Birthday!
Love, mom

Life is a Journey

I try to hide my emotions
deep down inside of me
but no matter where I go,
they always seem to find me.

I try not to cry in front of others
when all I want to do is break down
and cry, allowing every wall
I’ve ever held up to tumble down
when my emotions get the best of me.

I try to always think on a positive note
but there are times
when negativity consumes my airwaves
and I fall down
into a spiral staircase of self-destruction.

I try to laugh more than I frown
But sometimes I let certain things or people in my life
drag me down into confusing directions,
adding to my disappointments
and falling short of my expectations.

I try to be the best me
I can possibly be
‘cause at the end of the day,
after everyone has made their way home,
I have to find my way home too.

Ball Of Fire

I’ve been holding my breath in

I’m screaming Armageddon in my head,
letting loose everything I’m afraid
to let crawl out of my mouth
into the already corrupt atmosphere.

I’m burning up,
every anger and frustration
bundled up into one big fireball.
A therapist sits in the horizon
with a pen and paper,
waiting,
waiting for me,
ready,
ready to take notes and nod her head

yes
no
maybe

I am my worst enemy right now.
Everything I hold in will soon erupt.
Maybe not today.
But in time,
my ball of fire will be hard to put out.