She was a fish.

September 15, 2013 § Leave a comment


was a fish.
Darting swiftly, the sunlight capturing iridescent flashes of spirit,
But only for a moment.

She merged,
One with the water.
Surrendering every part of herself, allowing it to paint her

She rose,
But only to go deeper.
Farther into the innocence that none of us have touched
She dived.

was beyond all nets.
Laughing at the waves that dared to mar her path, she was


is this innocence?

June 14, 2013 § 1 Comment

This unsettling,
feverish lightness.
Has the truth set me free
when all I ever wanted was to be
strong, and never show
the cruelty of my soul?
It it innocence in bloom that treats you to
cutthroat bluntness?
Not asking for sympathy, but understanding.
Though always afraid the former will win,
or the steel tongue will pierce again,
but not caring, lost in the lightness.
Is this innocence?

I wish I could draw

June 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

I wish I didn’t care
about how badly I draw
the harsh lines of my hippos turning them
into monsters.

I wish I could draw freely
as they do
the gentle lines of their oceans curving with
impossible grace.

I try
but always erase my fish

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