Late at night, darkened room, windows down, a single owl outside. It has no nest, perches on a branch beside my window. I don't sleep when he's out there, but I never bring myself to shut the window.
The second part to a short story about a 16 year old boy escaping from an abusive household, only to find himself in a strange and unfamiliar room
A poem about feeling motivated through a depressive episode.
Sitting in a dimly lit room, the light went out a week ago and it’s rainy and foggy today. The rain carries from outside to deep within my soul, creating puddles in my chest, a type of flooding only possible when it’s rained relentlessly for weeks. Doctors and meteorologists don’t know when the rain will … Continue reading where did the sun go
Jakey had enough. The relentless screaming matches followed by forced tears and attempted apologies from his parents had finally broken him. He took nothing but the clothes on his back as he marched determinedly towards Monument Pier. It was late, Jakey was unsure the exact time, but the sun had already set. The only light … Continue reading Monument Pier (Part One)
It's warm now for the first time in a long time. I wasn't sure winter would ever end, but it did now. Now it's warm nights and sunny mornings, sipping coffee as the trees bloom all around me. I've never known joy, at least not like I know it now, but I know it now.
I catch myself before it's too late. It's probably a talent. I catch myself thinking, "stupid, stupid, stupid" because I forgot to do that one thing I said I would do. Mid self deprecating thought I stop and go, "hey, maybe that's too harsh." I find myself doing this all too often, and it usually … Continue reading hey, maybe that’s too harsh.