No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace