We were bornOn burning coalsSo standing stillWas unthinkable.We did not run for gloryBut for survival.There were no better alternativesThan our own legs to carry us to freedom.There was no need for a crowdTo cheer for us,Our own fears goaded us on.We needed no promise of a trophy,Just a way out.We were not running towards the […]Read more "Why we ran"
There was a madman running around her mindWielding an axeScreaming expletivesMagnifying her flawsMinimizing her gainsThreatening to chop downEvery last good thing she’d ever loved.She knew the madman wellAnd she’d grown accustomedTo the gashes his axe would leave behind-Deep doubt of her reason for being hereA confidence that leaked too easilyA broken narrative.Nothing was sacredNothing was […]Read more "The axe"
Evade me.Like toddler too fast for their sizeThe words are within viewBut find ways of hiding beneath tablesAnd behind curtainsPlayfully frustrating meGently irritatingAs if they knowThat if I lose my coolI’d be forced to forfeit the gameAnd have no right to hold the baby-The paragraphThe stanzaThe story-The words I most want to write.Once in a […]Read more "The words I most want to write"
The one that refuses to apologizeThat demands that people revere you.That insists on its own way.That is impatient for your turn to speak in a conversation,That repeats all your flaws loudlyThat routinely provides evidence of your inadequacy.What has that little voiceEver gotten you in this life?Why do you defend its existence?Why do you tolerate its […]Read more "What has that little voice ever gotten you in this life?"
How good must your fortunes beBefore you choose generosity?How much reassuranceBefore you behave like you belong?How much good will you overlookBefore you accept that ‘better is possible’?There’s nothing quite as difficultAs winning your own heart overAfter it gets jaded enough,Even when there is sufficient evidenceTo support a better narrative-Once you are convincedYou live in a […]Read more "How good?"
Having plenty of optionsBut no solid leadsBeing tasked to build a fortressWith no bricks to spareAm I at the endOr did I just begin?Flailing wildlyOr flapping my wings?Asking myselfIf I have thrown myselfInto the brier patchOr a bed of rosesWhen I took that leap of faith?Read more "In Limbo"
Have you ever seen hair Growing an egg? You won’t. Have you ever been on the edge Of some great adventure, On the cusp of a worthwhile, audacious project And then searched long and hard For the one reason Not to show up? You’ll probably find it. But the fact that you had to search […]Read more "Hair on an Egg"
Cost nothing as a kid.Naivete about the world allowsChildhood aspirations to bubbleEffortlessly to the surface,And at that ageTime seems infinite,Our very existence is teemingWith possibility.As a kid, unless something comesAnd breaks your spirit earlier than usual,Anything is possible.Now as an adultDreams are expensive.Irresponsible even.And at some point,Many of us make peaceWith them never bearing fruit.Life […]Read more "Dreams"
Are external landmarksOf the good things that have come to passAlong their path.What you see as you scroll on yourTimelineIs not evidence of your inadequacyNor indicators of where you‘Should’ be.Seeing someone else’s smooth sailingDoesn’t have to take the wind outOf your own sails.Other people’s achievementsHave nothing to do with you,With your combination of fear and […]Read more "Other people’s achievements"
Shaking my head. Passing judgement Casting stones Handing out shame. Freely. Levelling my gaze of disapproval, Of borderline disgust And disappointment At this person Who never seems to get it right Who regularly sinks to the level Of my low expectations Whose accomplishments are easy to overlook And whose faults are so glaringly obvious. I’ve […]Read more "SMH"