Kindness is Not Weakness

She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything,  inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness

Greatness

My dearest darling, For the longest time I have kept you sheltered and kept you protected. I have hidden you in the crevices deep below the depths, beyond where even I myself dare not reach. But I have listened to the echoes within the silence, riveting from your soul and out of my hands. I … Continue reading Greatness

Advice to My Younger Self

Dear younger self, I am going to write this from the perspective of an older self that you have only recently come to understand. There was a time you thought you knew it all, m'dear, you thought you had it all figured out. Much of it owed to what those around you allowed you to … Continue reading Advice to My Younger Self

Time

To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered my life unexpectedly, into my (unbeknown to me) open doors. That spark, that chemistry, that depth felt … Continue reading Time

I Love Vous: On Polyamory

I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, "Yes, it's you." It's always you, isn't it? And yet...it never is. But the French had it right all along...I love...vous. (English equivalent: "yous") To you, my darling, I miss you. It started as a … Continue reading I Love Vous: On Polyamory

Memory, or Dream?

To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?

Write Truth with Love

“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to … Continue reading Write Truth with Love