No Visible Injuries

No visible injuries Never fixed by a Rx pad You’ll pat me gently “Oh, it’s not that bad” You’ll shove me back & I’ll maintain & pretend I’ll smile & laugh Even when I need a friend We’ll always ignore The darkness that looms You’ll never care As long as I resume

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me closeContinue reading “Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis”