2020

A Poem

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

One might want to read
Happy words;
That’s not what
You’ll find here.
Here is where I bleed,
Where I stitch myself
Back together,
Piece by piece.
You want an outpouring
Of something joyous,
But all the laughter
Has been compressed out of me
After a year this heavy.
I do not have
Rivers of rhyme
Or oceans of odes;
I only have tears.
We can sit
On wooden floorboards
And share the somber silence
Of the night, if you’d like.

If you are a fan of this poem or my poetry in general, I invite you to check out both of my poetry collections, including my most recent publication ‘When I Bleed: Poems about Endometriosis.’ You can find it https://amzn.to/32uWRPv or anywhere you buy your poetry!