There’s nothing to move past, as the past is...

I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...

I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...

We’re no stranger to each other
But we stalk the walls of this party...

Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...

My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...

Grayed and heavy cumulus gather overhead,
Attempting to thwart my sunshine endorphins...

Blackened waves dance turbulently
as I float upon their surface...

The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet...

I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...

I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...

I’m scared
That my mind is playing tricks on me...