Long shadows of two people standing side by side. The shadows are in an expanse of sand.

Waking with Sand on My Skin

This afternoon, I read through a book of my handwritten poems from 2005 to today. I read them backwards, and when I got to October of 2005, I found this: You’ll never know what the discovery of that day means to a sleepy traveler hoping to wake up with sand on her skin… Sleepy indeed.…

Forever

Sometimes I wonder if you can see me If you’re watching If you’re worrying If you’re proud. Often I hope that you can hear me Talking to you about my hopes My dreams And your role in making them clear In giving me courage. Always I miss you. I want to call you To visit…

I Will Honor You

I will honor you. I will spend every moment Intent on living the life You were not allowed to have. I will cherish each passing second As a breath to be lived fully And with intent. I will think of you in all that I do And everywhere I go Because you are the one…

I want to write again, for Jonathan.

I used to write profuse amounts of poems, but since my brother, Jonathan, died in 2007, I’ve written barely a handful.  I want to write again, for him.  I still keep a pen and notepad by my bedside, as I have since I was 11 years old.  Here’s the first poem I wrote since the…

Nothingness

This is one of my most favorite poems I’ve ever written.  After you read it, guess how old I was when I wrote it.  I’ll give you the answer in an update.  And it hasn’t been edited at all from it’s original form. Nothingness I’ve been searching for something, Endless years of wasted hope Quickly…