“Just Breathe”

I have stopped breathing.
Despite too many years of chanting:
Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe
every few breaths
to quell this heart’s stampeding.
Stumbling thoughts,
fleeting fears appearing
then, retreating for a moment
in between each breath.
Behind distracted thoughts
a moment exists
as if I were trying
to remember each
and every detail,
I am not.


Black Hole

I fell off the face of the earth
–it hurt.
Climactic as anything could be
I pick up the pieces gingerly
delicate egg shells
holding onto a being
haphazard and awake.
Bursting against gravity
and slowly succumbing
bent on imploding.
A star left to supernova–
I am the black hole
disguised in the aftershocks
unintentional hiding
biding time
before becoming me again.

Levels of Tension

There are levels of tension
left in shoulders,
put upon by considerate folk
who understand
one more burden
is never too much to bear
for the hardened survivor
of minor turmoil–
seemingly adept
at handling stress,
we sit in the corner
with pretty smiles fixed
on cracked faces
which cast no reflections
no matter the distance
from the sorry expressions
we each have escaped

Star Stuff

If we are made of star stuff,
why are we so small
when held up to the night sky?
We hold the might of planets
in our bones and muscles and skin
–a slightly different composition
but still, here we sit,
staring up
wondering where we come from
whenever we are under the moon.
There are secrets in the galaxy
of the future and all it holds
we can only hope to find ourselves
while our eyesight remains so bold.