How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind