Souls Don’t Die | A Poem for my Grandparents

All my grandparents have left,

Yet none of them are gone.

They left behind disease,

They left behind old age,

They left behind suff’ring.

Now it all starts anew,

Every spirit’s next step.

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Poetry Doesn’t Have to be Perfect

“Oh no, that stanza should be over there…”

Publishing poetry changes the words,

They no longer only belong to me,

Every reader has their own impression,

Clicking publish removes it from my control.

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I’m Crazy, Not Stupid | Living with BPD


If only I would’ve been stupid,

It would’ve been unable to hide.

If therapists could’ve read my mind,

The diagnosis would’ve been easy.

Those 10 years of decay,

My symptoms were right there,

Finally reached the surface.

I’m not stupid,

But I was lifeless.

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What’s the Purpose of Poetry?


You can’t hear my words,

You can’t sing along to the tune,

You can’t listen for comfort in isolation.


You can’t watch my words,

You can’t view the imagery,

You can’t see descriptions as distraction.

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My Mother, My Angel

A mother and her youngest child:

All of my firsts were all of her lasts.

I was the final offspring she nourished,

Both inside and outside of the womb.

I was the final bird to fly the nest,

Did she notice my broken wings?

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