SILENT WARS

And they never tell us
women,
that a lot of our
becoming adults is
entrenched in
silent battles and quiet tears,
most of which we cannot
always share, until
we are sure to a very
large extent,
that we have conquered
the worst
of them all.

MEMORIES

And there are some things
we will never stop
carrying with us,
even after we continually
lay them
down to rest.

CAMOUFLAGE

Some arts are just beautifully
adorned tragic scars.

FALLING

And there are days her limbs turn
to jelly, and she can only sink.

Only to find that the ground has
never been as welcoming,
as accepting,
as though it already knew
that a storm was coming;

Even before she saw the first
sliver of trouble.

PAIN

How do I tell you,
that even though what I
feel consumes me whole,

I still can’t explain what it
means to be shattered on the
inside,

so much so that
you begin to crack on the
outside.

NIGHT TERRORS

Knees kissing the ground,
eyes touching the stars,
their smiles mirror the
glean of her tears.
Why?
Why do all our
monsters come out
to play at night?

INNER DEMONS

The hardest wars are the
ones where we are the
ones at the end of our own
swords.