(2015)
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
