living apologetically,
it is a struggle in itself to realize
that you should not apologize for your own existence

- the struggle is mine.

everything is we, everything within

There is an echo in my soul,
though it is not empty
if we can unwrap every layer
of this skinned muscle in my chest
maybe we'll find simplicity

Neglected

I was earth,
dry and cracked in places
of my parched lips
in desert desperation,
but you-
you were the rain
that trickled like tears but felt like kisses
how, you were so gentle
yet, rarely you came.

For a weekend, I felt eighteen again.

The Mast

A harbour anchoring moments,
Winds whispering feelings
Mind reeling into reminiscing 
But like the rope hitting a yacht's mast,
Persistent-
And resisting in a desperate rhythm
Reminding not to linger with the restless wind.

A perched seagull squawked arrogantly,
It soared free to the horizon.

Here I sit seeking no sympathy
With stillness unlike the lake before me,
Let the gentle ferry horn reprimand,
And the wafting dock console me.

-written May 2014
"Big Tub" Tobermory Harbour

canal

be beside me, but are you with me?

i can sit by this canal

& feel my heart ripen red in my hands

know nothing of desires

but have everything of my own life to offer-

my scars and smiles

my stitches and sweetness

to risk is a game

& so is love

like every other played

i know i will lose

& i sit by this canal

contemplating-

second guessing

if i'm a fool for challenging fate.

There is no scrapbook to feelings

In a someplace you forgot you've been
With someone you never thought you'd remember
There are some pieces of lives held in your hands,
We never really thought
We never really knew
But we had to give back