the journal

Holes in my walls

HOLES IN MY WALLSThere are holes in my walls.But You can’t see,I’ve covered them with my tapestry.There’re cracks in the window’s glassBut I promise, you won’t noticebecause they’re invisible if you don’t really focus.My piano is out of tune,But You won’t mind,because I won’t be playing in front of You.You can come visit now, I…

RAIN

a poem from September 12, 2021 Complacency twirls me around like so until I end up on the ground with my head held low.I press my hands to the ground to assist but compromise dances on my back and I can’t resist.My smile begins to fade away once I’m alone with the growths of guilt…