They asked me why I was here and I told them I didn't know. But I had some ideas. Like how a single word can take my breath away, while reminding me how to breathe again. Like how the miles that stand between us hold me closer than the one touching my hand. Like how … Continue reading fingerprints

Dear Childhood

Dear Childhood, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t show up for you sooner. For a long time I didn’t know you were there. And when I met you, I didn’t have room for you in my life. You see, you are an ocean and I was happily paddling in my pools of denial. I didn’t … Continue reading Dear Childhood

travelling through space {a poem}

i've been filling myself up for years  with anything that can let me live under the illusion that i do not feel empty.   because feeling it means acknowledging just what was taken from me, leaving a void so vast i could get lost in the darkness if i let myself.   there's no gravity … Continue reading travelling through space {a poem}


The floor has fallen out from under me more times than I can recall. I have hit rock bottom and found it goes deeper still. Deeper I have plummeted, deeper, deeper. I have drowned and died again and again, sinking to the depths of the ocean’s bed which holds only the discarded and unfound. Still … Continue reading Grounded

(my abusers) did you know?

  With your hands around my throat, did you know I would feel them in two decades time? That sometimes living would feel like slow death through the memory of hands In places that make me shudder and shame in remembrance? Your face stares at me, in the dark, in the light, just as you … Continue reading (my abusers) did you know?

Mirror of My Eyes {a poem}

Maybe at the start there was me Maybe in the end there was you Oh heart, you shone Out of the window to my mind Into the reflection of my soul I took you down To the chasm of my womb Where you grew beyond all I could sustain I tried I raised mountains to … Continue reading Mirror of My Eyes {a poem}

They Do Not See 

They do not see the void within you. They do not know that since he left you have nothing to fill the space that you once called love. They do not see the memories you carry. The images that are sitting on the edge of your soul, dulling all traces of the light which sustained … Continue reading They Do Not See 

A Conversation with my Inner Child: “Oh Little One, I am Listening, I am Here.”

 Oh Little One.  You have been screaming all night and I want you to know that I hear you.  I know you won't believe me just yet. I have ignored your sobs all day. I have made you feel like you are wrong to be crying out in such a way. Like you should not … Continue reading A Conversation with my Inner Child: “Oh Little One, I am Listening, I am Here.”