Imprisoned Mind

Composition comes in the still of the night. The silence beckons to my thoughts and all its trappings. A clear mind working without interruption, I bask in pure solitude, and revel in self contemplation. Welcoming the crisp nothing that surrounds me, I can finally breathe. No longer suffocating, words flow freely No longer bound, theyContinue reading “Imprisoned Mind”

Paint All of Your Secrets

Copyright 2018 Clary Can I paint all of your secrets with a waterfall of words? As you open every window screaming to be heard As I pull apart the pieces of your badly mangled heart As I separate the tangled strands that tell me who you are. Can I wash out all the shades ofContinue reading “Paint All of Your Secrets”

Erroneous Feelings

Erroneous feelings Confusion, not grief Just mixed up what would be’s Wrapped in disbelief Chaotic day spinning Around me again A mix of emotions Not sure where or when My head here is pounding Underneath my skull Not sure how I get through The thick of it all Children now sleep Comfortably in their bedsContinue reading “Erroneous Feelings”

Cement Bed

I keep you tucked away in dark corners of my mind because sometimes feeling becomes too much. It clings and hovers around me, weighing me down. A cement slab. I sleep there sometimes After all it’s what I deserve. The light is an unwelcome guest permeating my lids. I crack them open only to wince andContinue reading “Cement Bed”

Written Word

Words seem to scurry from crowded corners of my mind. From there, to pen, to paper, tearing their way outside. Scribbling themselves in harmony, across an empty page. Showing no discrimination, no matter creed, gender, or age. Telling tales of wars long past, present tales of love denied. Emanating with emotions, all humanity is assigned.Continue reading “Written Word”

When Women “Sleep”

Night falls and sleep cant find me again. A dim glow from the bathroom seeps through the cracked door. My husband let’s out a low, rattling snore, physically sated for tonight. I adjust my pillow under my head, hoping it’ll be enough to beckon slumber to lie down by my side. It isn’t, and sheContinue reading “When Women “Sleep””