Poem: Cold

Why do I always have to be strong?

Can I have some help besides the tears that always follow.

Does anybody even care?

Honestly, I cannot tell.

I never like me, now I am finding out that I do not love me.

I hide from my fear, but they are all I got.

They keep me warm at night, but they also keep me cold.

I guess that explains my soul.

Poem: Dream and Awake

I tried to find me today.

It just was not the same.

The claws that hang on my back, went in deeper than before.

I tried to get a move, but my spirt did not want me to.

I keep looking for this dream, but it is not near me.

Where has all this turn to.

I just want to be free.

Am I even dreaming or am I awake?

Poem: Another Dream

I took a day off.

Then I remember why that simply cannot be.

My life has been on hold, and now it is holding on to something.

Things that made sense are now a blur.

Make believe is not an option that I can have.

I want a dream, but life is simply anything but.

When will I learn to live with me and not a dream?

Is there a dream that I can have to simply be seen?

I would just like to know, before they tell me to go.

Poem: The Pick

I succeed today.

At least that is what I think.

I made the grade that some say was not possible.

I took the leap that faith told me was okay.

Then why do I not feel okay?

Why is my heart and mind not the same?

Which one do I choose?

The one that is always true, or the one that makes me sing the blues.

I cannot not pick so I will let them sit.

In the stench that has become me.