Being Judged

It bothers me that you didn’t try to know me. You gave me so much to write about. Like mini-clips from pen to paper. You didn’t even know that I was a writer. Nor did you care about the story that I experienced. The story that you heard but never asked about. That story told …

Another Sunday Together

Rows of scattered trees. Sweat and cheese crackers. Dogs are running wild. Boxing in the dark. Playing at the park. Pancakes and homemade salsa. These Sundays together won’t last forever, So I live in the moment. right now.

Waking up in the Same House

Memories I had forgotten and stains that never came clean A dirty mirror hung on the wall. Reflecting on another bad dream. Those memories followed me everywhere. From my first step upward, stair after stair. Past room after vacant room, seeking someplace familiar. Before invading the darkness of my dream.

Praying for an Escape

Sing to me. I’m still a child. Sing to me. I’m unprepared The Lord is coming. This, I believe It has been declared Cleanse my mind. I’m full of sin. Please cleanse my mind. I’ve sinned again. I’ll close my eyes. Close my eyes. and wait for you.