I always wait til
the very last moment of
any given day
to get the things done I need
to feel good about myself.
56/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
Still
If you want to know,
I shouldn’t have to ask for
any of this now –
it hurts to do this so much,
to keep on feeling the need.
55 / 365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
In Dreams
When I wake up
in the dim, dark light
of the early early morning,
I think of you
because now I know exactly
what you look like
in the moonlight –
and when I can’t
reach out and touch you
I want to take you
back with me into dreams
just for a little while
because it’s safer there,
isn’t it?
54/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
Rain
It pours on down like
my tears sometimes do, so hard
it leaves trails of scars.
53/365 – A Poem a Day For A Year
The Thing
I can do the thing!
Even when it’s not enough
when it’s this small thing
when it doesn’t matter much
when it doesn’t make you feel.
52/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
