A couple poems inspired by our visitors this morning...
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.”
No, I'm not talking possession
or anything Satanic.
I'm talking about those demons
that swirl around in your head
saying you aren't good enough
or don't know enough,
the ones that make you feel like
you can't breathe,
you could jump out of your skin,
you might just go crazy.
The moment of panic,
the moment I realize
I've been baring my soul
and placing it out into the world.
Anyone could read what I write
and know me
better than most people
who are close to me.
It takes sheer will
to continue down this path.
I feel as though I'm
Does the fear I feel inside myself
have anything to do with you
or is it really about something inside of me
something which colors my view
I'm starting to think I project
these feelings upon your soul.
The truth, is likely more difficult,
I think I own this hole.
So what's the real risk in knowing?
What I'm unwilling to see
when I start to worry and fret?
What's going on in little old me?
I believe I'm full
full to overflowing
can't take in any more
need to spit some out
there's too many things in my head
always dancing around
like too many plates in the air
they threaten to collide and come