Your best effort is sometimes what your body will allow
Some days its a simply struggle to breathe
Others take their toll with never-ending boxes to unpack
There’s a balance, one day you’ll find it
7.7.19
An anchor that pulls at the center
Walking out the front door like
You don’t belong out in public
Going anywhere is living a lie
Wrong to sit on your couch
Crime when you don’t t fit in your
Skin but you wonder when they
Will figure it out and you’ll
Expect to cry in the dark alone
7.6.19
Tasteful filthy rich houses you want to hate
Complicated family ties and silent ache
Searching for a place that seems safe
Step toward a better life, defy fate
Knowing radiation and surgery await
One day, but for now, sleep late
It’ll be okay when you wake
6.28.19
Fill a truck with the clutter of merged existences
Drive across town to a new house that creaks
Throw boxes in a garage and wonder when you’ll
Find the days to unpack your shit knowing that
Someday you’ll have to stuff it in cardboard again
But even though the toilet squeaks and shakes
And your knees and body ache, needing a break
For now it’s a small chance to redefine this life
6.23.19
As long as we do the best we can
Holding to commitments and loyalty
In the face of a million beckoning
Self-destructive easy ways out
There’s a chance for us like in
The movie songs and maybe this
Juliette to my Romeo wont decide
That the timing was wrong when
We want to be better than our
Past selves would let us be
It’ll be okay if you stay and
Hold on to only me