Being Me


It’s the way I need

to start the day being me…

in my alone world

of words

coffee aroma permeating

my imagination

the air of outdoors

breathing life to my soul

and page

doing nothing

but what my heart moves me

to do

at my own pace

in my own moments of time



What to Feel

It’s a funny thing about feelings. They are your own and no one else’s.  Yet there are societal rules about how you should feel.  Or what you should do with those feelings.  You’re supposed to feel this–and not to feel this.  And I say, “Fuck it.”  I am the only one who controls me, my feelings, my heart, my soul. Life is too short not to feel the way I want–so I will.