Chip Away

I start out nervous

full of doubt

It isn’t easy

I try to muster

a sense of courage

and once I think

I’m ready to try

in you swoop

with cruel, cruel words

every word

you send my way

all you do

is chip away

Chip away my nerve

Chip away my confidence

til all that’s left of me

is who I cannot be.


Prompt: Chipping Away


None of it Matters

those towering troubles

that make you feel small

weighing you down

til you think you might fall

under its weight

under its might

you let doubt seep in

you give up the fight

none of it matters

when you step back and see

those troubles around you

aren’t as vast as the sea

treasure the moments

that used to slip by

hold on to your loved ones

before time flits by.

Not As It Appears

Not all monsters have fangs

Not all angels have wings

Not all nightmares happen in dreams

Not all beauty can be seen


There are monsters disguised as beauty

There are monsters who live in pain

There are monsters who dwell inside

Monsters that make your eyes rain


There are angels who aren’t holy

There are angels who aren’t kind

but when you find yourself in trouble,

those angels soothe your mind


Others’ ideas of safety

can be the nightmares that you face

Nightmares steal away in darkness—

the shadows lurking every place


Monsters can be friends who only hurt you

whose words feel like acid rain

Those who were meant to guide you

but they weigh you down in chains.


There is beauty found in darkness—

a balm to ease your pain

Beauty in acts of kindness

Beauty that looks so plain.


There is beauty only felt

There is terror lived in day

There are angels right beside you—

gentle friends who call your name


Prompt: Not All Monsters Have Fangs

Not Always

You’re not always right

I’m not always wrong

Don’t pretend you know my thoughts

Don’t act like you know what I’ll say

Don’t brush off my scoldings

because you know much more

Some of my opinions have merit

Some of yours are farfetched

All I ask is that you listen

I’m not always wrong

You’re not always right


Prompts: Not Always Right


Pull my strings
watch me walk, talk, and act
just like you tell me to.
There are times
when you give pause.
I dare to dream
that I can choose,
yet when I go to move
you pull my strings.
Hope is chased away.
You get bored
my strings go slack
and I am nothing more
than a broken puppet on the floor.

Prompt: Pull my strings