Moving On

The crossroad is where you and I first met, I inched forward whilst you raced on ahead, Neither of us knew what was in store But I sought direction and you just wantedโ€ฆ โ€œmoreโ€. Here we meet again, at this crossroads, my friend; Me? I never left, merely needed the rest. You ran in circles … Continue reading Moving On

The Black Hole (Part III)

After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing of my travel journeys. Those were able to live vicariously through my shared experience.ย  But then there … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part III)

Dig Deep

My sense of belonging Comes from deep within Buried beneath layers of rock Unearthed, uprooted, but strong I wasn't born this way, it wasn't choice From a young age I had to silence the voices Of deceit, of greed, of exploitative breeds Of those who take from me more than the ink I bleed But … Continue reading Dig Deep

I’m Not Lost, Just Displaced

When I lack direction They give me religion When I lack discretion They squelch my questions When I challenge regimes They corner me into the mainstream When I seek advice They tell me to sacrifice When I ask for help They tell me to save myself When I offer my assistance They react with resistance … Continue reading I’m Not Lost, Just Displaced

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

Life — A Stage

There's always that stage in life when and where life, itself, is a stage. Darling, do we live life on a stage? Do we parade around the masquerades? Do we perform as if we are there to show The world of us, our "selves", and all that we know? Or do we live as if … Continue reading Life — A Stage

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Self-hate looks a lot like self-love. And the only one who truly knows the difference...is... (Scratch that) The only ones who truly know the difference...are...all the ones around you who can feel what you feel. MG