Scarred Heart (a poem)

my fragile heart

cannot bear this world –

my heart is hard, scarred

after witnessing breaks of

societal conduct

street-rioters that make me

want to flee

to calmer colony planets

in sci-fi futures

where utopian dreams

are realized & we live up

to our potentials

(Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash)

Church Basements (a poem)

A teacher told my mother I’d join a cult –

that was in the ‘90s + twenty years later,

I was a recovery zealot, driving through

snowstorms to share my sorrows with

strangers, always thinking I was in danger,

fighting my impulses + a mind that

seemed to want me dead.

(Photo by Karl Fredrickson on Unsplash)

Surrender (a poem)

You think God has left you, that perhaps

you’ve outgrown Him –

we all want to be gods now, in control of the things

that spin around us.

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