Double edge
Thunder in my head
which pains me even while it
sets my heart ablaze.
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Hero
Crying…
She is crying…
She is crying, alone…
She is crying, waiting for me…
Stand up!
Shatter the chains holding you back!
Go running out the door!
She is waiting!
For me.
Anxiety
A voiceless terror
leaves me trembling on my knees
feeling impotent.
The soundless
I hear their song but
there’s no music in my heart –
the notes don’t reach me.
Traitor
I greet you as kin,
though blood can’t begin
to run nearly as deep
nor climb nearly as steep
as my mountain of sins.
What we have to look forward to
And our summer days
took us from book bondage to
wage slave summer jobs.
Privilege
The sins of the past,
the blood on my hands,
the blood in my hands –
Who, and what, am I?
Venomous
Anger’s a black bile
which clings to my throat and taints
each and every word.
Welcomed
My heart strings quiver
at the mere sound of your voice
when I arrive home.
Emotional wounds
Old scabs fall off
not revealing hard scars
but pale flesh, fragile to the touch.
Healed and healing
and growing stronger still.
A (wise) man of two faces 