Poem
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Doors
they say just walk right through when it’s open but sometimes the noise is too loud to find your footing I still dream of that perfect place where the windows are always open and the outside and inside are one so there are no dark corners walls are safe and secure and they keep us yearning even when Continue reading
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Triggers
here’s what triggers me: a soft feeling beneath a cynical view that today matters that there is worth in unexpected moments that greener grass is here, now I want to take a breath and mean it like when time stopped and every inhale and exhale meant bringing a child into the world a labor of Continue reading
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The Slow Days are the Hardest
Sometimes it’s the slow days that are the hardest When we go go go we aren’t forced to face ourselves All the raging inside becomes mute in the busy When we’re moving forward We can look out the window at the landscape Even if it’s stark The motion of the road Stirs our imaginations A Continue reading
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As the World Explodes with Love
I keep anticipating that moment outside time when my body releases yours after it has held you so tight and you become your own but how can I anticipate a bright star coming into existence across a galaxy how do I anticipate seeing you an oh-so-familiar stranger part me part the love of Continue reading
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That Bittersweet Wine
we are all on the verge of collapsing into ourselves living on a narrow shelf overlooking a chasm of despair air so thin breath is labored we fight to cling to the ledge feeling momentary panic mixed with a guilty relief when others tumble in just glad it wasn’t us being born means being on Continue reading
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Meager Wednesday Words
today I know I have something to say but I don’t know how to say it (seems to be the story of my life) raging words and silence but no more I stand under the shower and hot water pounds on my mind and slowly beckons the rhythm and meter and then Continue reading
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When I am On Display
I really am my own worst enemy I think I need to fight myself when the war for my heart has already been won but I bleed mistrust my wounds ooze insecurity so I bandage them up myself still acting like I don’t know my role like I am ad-libbing this character but Continue reading
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From Starvation to Drunken Joy
It’s hard to swallow sometimes the sweet liquid that You are enough it burns my pride as it cures it but when I get pills stuck in my throat (self-made medicine from a factory in my heart in that smoggy part that doesn’t fully believe) I can see no other alternative and I wouldn’t want Continue reading
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Where Glory Comes From
deep in the forest where eyes don’t see moss grows out of logs life out of death entire civilizations of insects go about their day leaves live full lives floating downward onto glass lakes and I’ll never stop trying to give them voices, the white foam of water singing recklessly an ancient song of where Continue reading
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1 am and I need to be reminded who I am
I am the girl who never let gravity get in the way but I am still afraid to fly I am not bound by the illusion of time and space yet I find myself grounded in my own mind I am the girl who dances with gypsys who walks barefoot alone, empty pockets and complete Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 