Category: Poetry

This section contains poems written to capture emotional truth through rhythm, line, and compression. These pieces focus on feeling, voice, and immediacy rather than narrative sequence or explanation.

The writing may draw from lived experience, memory, and observation, but it is shaped by image, sound, and pause. Meaning often emerges through what is suggested as much as what is stated.

This space is for readers who want language that resonates rather than instructs, and who are willing to sit with intensity, ambiguity, and insight.

My daughters broken heart

My daughters broken heart

August 2014

Broken-hearted again
For me would be in vain
But for my little girl
Her daddy was her world

How can a father leave
It’s hard for me to conceive
Not even say goodbye
I can only stand by

And watch her tears stream down
From her big eyes of brown
Her bleeding heart poured out
Through her brown eyes spout

I set my pain aside
My broken heart I’ll hide
And take the time to heal
As before my girl I kneel

And let her hug and hold
As I lovingly enfold
Her precious body in my arms
Wishing to protect her heart from harm

From harm, hurt, and pain
I wish my arms could constrain
But for now I hold her tight
As her daddy silently takes flight

To my sweet 8yr old daughter

The Edge

The Edge

July 2014

Today marks the first day of the rest of my life. I have been in an abusive relationship for over 24 years. 4 years ago, I had the courage to call the police and file a restraining order. He changed a lot. But not completely. I made excuses for him over and over, and even today. As history repeats itself, I had to call the police again today so he would leave. This time is different. This time, I am not afraid to venture out on my own. Today, I officially enter the realm of single-mom-hood. Wish me well.

You pushed me to the edge
Of where I was afraid to jump
You pushed me further off the ledge
My fears I was forced to confront

I took the plunge with shaking courage
Not for me but for the kids
For the kids I stayed in marriage
Entangled in insanities bondage

Now I spread my wings to fly
No longer held in prison bars
Anxious to soar towards the sky
Soon to be amongst the stars

Daddy Dear

Daddy Dear

July 2014

Oh daddy dear,

Why take these years off your life with such rage and anger and wrath?

You make yourself look such a fool.

Breathing out curses and idle threats,

We all know you won’t follow through.

You want our respect,

but the words you reflect

are unworthy of anyone’s time!

Insanity is the result of your fit.

If you want different results,

then try a different approach.

Oh, daddy dearest,

You made home the dreariest place to be.

When you went away,

a peace settled in,

and we were all free to relax.

If everywhere you go,

you get the same response,

then maybe you should look within.

– Mommy Sincere