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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In Defense of “Birthday Month”

Whenever August 1st comes around,

“It’s the beginning of Birthday Month!”

I’d play along to a certain extent,

More times than not I’d also tease,

“People only get one birthday,

No one gets an entire month!”

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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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“What’s Buddhism?” | Eightfold Path: Right Speech

Whenever I’m asked to explain Buddhism,

My mind goes into immediate hyperdrive,

My soul scrambles to discover the right words,

How do I know which are the right words,

When I’m not an enlightened being?

How do I align with teachings of right speech,

When I must explain such a personal thing?

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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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My Mind is Under New Management | Living with BPD & Bipolar


You did your job,

You protected the child.

You’re too good at your job,

I’m not a child anymore.

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