poetry – Rejoicing in Truth

dear dad, isn’t it ironic?

dear dad, you are the one meant to protect, to love, to be trusted. you are the one meant to support, to comfort, to be there. where are you? you are not here. you are alone. i wasn’t safe around you, i needed protection. i fell apart around you, i needed support. isn’t it ironicContinue reading “dear dad, isn’t it ironic?”

In Church

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Abuse I saw a guitar and thought of you. When you used to play your guitar the tension in my body lessened. Either because you made beautiful music or because it meant your hands were occupied. Better to caress the strings of a guitar than the skin of your daughter. Better toContinue reading “In Church“

Loss

The empty leather recliner or the head of the kitchen table—another empty chair. Mom makes food, but we have extras. When together my family asks, “is this everyone?” On graduation day, I get a look of pride from my mom, but it feels strange that you can’t even celebrate this with me. When I getContinue reading “Loss“

My Cell

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Abuse This darkness is a prison My heart and mind and body Are trapped inside with no key in sight My eyes have yet to see anything but blackness My ears have yet to hear anything but this deafening silence My heart has yet to feel anything but this pain Why doesContinue reading “My Cell”