Poetry—
helps me to free
the demons inside of me.

I said: maybe things will get better just give it a little time.
I pause to live in this delusion of mine.

Where love is abundant.
Where money is no object.
Where all my family are healthy.
Where my friends suddenly care.
I see the sunshine and it wants to stay for a while.

The bus
was late
This morning
I miss you

Forever might not be such a far fetched concept after all
It's just day after day,
Week after week
Month after month
Year after year
Of hanging in there.
Because in life, you are all you've got.

I know I was drawn to coming here                                                             ­                                               
to a dark room with a mind to
clear                                                            ­                                                  
                                                                ­                                                      
I need some time to think about me                                                               ­                                            
                                                                 ­                                              
And find out what my life needs to be                                                               ­                                                          
 I have a habit of blaming myself                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                             
    Give all my love to everyone else                                                             ­                                                
   So, what I have been repressing                                                                  ­                                                
Has bubbled up & effervescing                                                     ­                                         
A hard battle that I have to win                                                              ­                  
                                                                ­                                                  
   Am I worthy of self-forgiving?                                                                     ­                                                 
    It's time to let all the past go   
                                                                ­                                               
Less ebb & much more flow

I'm sorry, mum
That you went through all that pain
To bring me into life
For me to just waste away
And wish I wasn't alive

When you go
you take a piece of me,
and yet I am complete
more replete than I have ever been,
a fuller person than the one you would have known or seen,
I am myself, at last,
no longer victim to our complicated past,
and as we part of course there will be sorrow
for you it ends
for me I will step forward to tomorrow

Between the rides
I've journeyed on
I got lost
In a way between. 

Between the two
Heartbeats
I've skipped
One. 

Between the names
I've read through
On yours
I got stuck.

I spent an awful lot of time by myself.
As i wait
Its a lot of time to sit inside this head.
As I wait
For you to hear the screams I'm screaming.
As I wait