Lonely Chair

Misery.
A lonely chair in a corner.
Sits and waits anxiously
in the exact same spot by the window
every single day.
Face drawn up with disapproval,
looks out with eyes of judgement,
criticizes everything in sight.
A microscope finding faults,
points out imperfections
with long, bony hands.

Simplicity

My life is full of simplicity.
That’s how I roll.
Center stage is not my epicenter.
The fast life is not my cup of tea.
Home is where my heart is,
curled up in bed.

Broken

Sometimes we feel broken
and don’t know why.
We try to fix ourselves
but nothing seems to do the trick.

No matter what we do;
no amount of tying (or untying)
seem to mend the strings
left cut and dangling.

Beautiful Me

I am beautiful,
I cannot lie.
Even when I don’t feel
like dressing up like
a beauty queen.

I am beautiful,
no one can tell me anything less
even when my hair looks a dang mess.

And, even if people
stare at me or turn their nose in disgust,
it won’t matter
in how I feel about myself.

I am beautiful.
Yes, I am beautiful.
Inside and outside
of all the turmoil dwarfing
my real-time progress.

Part 3: The Suicide Series

Everything seems “normal”
from the outside looking in.

You could be the shyest person around
or even the most popular girl or boy;
anyone can become a victim.

For no explainable reason,
one day, your life got turned upside down
by someone who is fighting
his or her own demonic battles.

You are living in a nightmare,
day in and day out,
you try to find an escape route
from the dirty words and jokes,
mean looks, and cruel laughs
of those who are not in your shoes.

You cope and deal with it the best way
that you can
but the pain and scar
of the taunting and teasing
is squeezing your life support.

You start doing and thinking things
That has never really crossed your mind before;
you are constantly in a foul mood,
depressed, and stressed.

You suffer alone
in the confines of your room
wishing you could tell a parent or a friend
but for you, it probably wouldn’t matter at this point
because you are at the end of your rope anyway.

You have been a bullying victim for months,
Inside and outside of school.
Even on the social networks,
there is no breath of fresh air for you;
there is no end to the madness.

None. At least not yet.

Everything is in perspective now,
the pain you feel
won’t ease up
until you are out of the picture.

Sun Blanket

Today I baked in my car
as I drove in the summer heat.
It felt so good
to be comforted in warmth,
after goose bumps
ice skated on my skin
under the air conditioner (at work).

Paralyzed by Fear

I am sadly paralyzed by my own fears.
Been wearing them like my favorite jacket.
Blinded in so many ways.
Missing more opportunities than I can count.
Feels like I’m trapped in a dungeon.
Afraid to find a way out.