poems

I’ve never seen a fathers love so great than in the way he loves my sister I often wonder what that feels like His love, a sun, but not for me…

Sunrise comes, and once again, I’m in pain  Grieving the life I could have had Hollow hope Knowing I will never live and breathe and think  Like you, like her, like them I carry the grief and guilt in my purple backpack  A billowy burden that no one can understand  I keep it tucked away…

You mock my gentleness and small voice  But it was your hands that carved the quiet Where do you think I learned to tread so softly? I was made in the shadow of absence  A tenderness forged in the ache of neglect And so, I have lived much of my life with an enormous amount…

The sunrise was tired of my sadness  And the ocean was too full from my tears So I left xoxo, Matilda

He said he had to protect her Had to shield her from the evil in this world She is an empath She feels things more deeply An empath’s curse But he stands guard to make sure she feels safe I’ve never heard him speak this way The tenderness  The care It sounds so sweet Nice…

I could tell you a story about birth  But then she’d have to remember my trauma And we don’t talk about that  I could tell you about my siblings  But I would have to relive everything she said And we don’t talk about that  I could describe all the massive ways I love But then…

fly high, baby,love her,love me,just love.seek the freedom you crave,embrace the empathy.make friends with the moon,for no soul knows the full story.elucidate your thoughts,let the truth shine through.you are the only one who can make me fold,in the quiet of dawn, where dreams unfold.

is it because you look at me,and see my father’s eyes, staring back at you,the same flashing smile with bright, bold teeth,carrying memories neither of us can escape?you were just a child,but so was I,and our mothers never loved us,but I believe they tried

my bed will be unkept unwelcome blanket just for me selfish will you want to come?