Poetry

Heavy Bones

I used to think this
Weight in my bones was
Pain Anxiety Fear

But really it’s
Regret masked as a
Life of living small

Shrinking a body that’s been
Asking to take up space

Playing safe in a story
That’s never quite felt like mine

Keeping quiet to
Protect the egos of fragile men

This heavy burden is
My own doing
And now is the time for
My own unlearning


”Heavy Bones”
May 15, 2022

My Fingers have Asthma

April Poetry Prompt # 21 for theguelfpoet

I try to control your every move
As a means to control my own emotions

My hands gripped so tightly around your neck
My fingers can’t breathe
It’s as if they have asthma

Choking on worry
Drowning in envy
Fighting to feel something
Other than empty

I release the clutch of my hold +
We are both
F
R
E
E

”My Fingers have Asthma”
April 22, 2022