Blush

[A poem about social anxiety] Please. They’re sitting in a circle, ‘way most communal meals are taken. All smiling, I’m smiling. My eyes blindly trail their conversation as it wraps its way around the table and makes its path in my direction. As it winds toward me, the girl next to me, bubbly, jumps in….

“Rain”–A Poem

Rain Pit pat—’longside my back throughout my bones and it lands—splat. Pit pat—wanting and waiting, truly creating the things that I behold and feel within me speaking, creaking. Tip-toe round the truth, bend what’s real and take up a spot next to me in the booth. For I have saved room for thee as though…

Poetry Page

I’m going to go out on a limb and try something very different for my blog. One of the things that I like to do when I’m very upset or overwhelmed, is write poetry. I’d like to try this out by dedicating a tab to just poetry. I’d love to hear feedback to see if…