


My son had an assignment for his English class today to write a cinquain… I couldn’t help but join him ❤️
Hurt before she’d been
A plate shattered on the floor
And then suddenly
Someone came to pick her up
Without even knowing it
They glued her back together
Piece by piece
Waterfall of pink
Over cool rocks of ice
Sweet taste of summer
Splash of bitter notes
All for my benefit or detriment
A few hours worth of numbness
an evening’s full of peace
-b.e.
i am not limited by your perception of me
i am who i am
and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out
to learn what is me
and what was forced on me by you
what was carved into me by you
it’s been painful
to peel back each layer
to question what i thought was myself
and find out that it’s not
to discover me
the pure unadulterated version of who i am
for that i will be forever grateful
-b.e.
anger and sadness
weaved into a complex fabric
draped across my heart
frayed loose threads
just waiting to be pulled
It should have been you.
But it wasn’t.
And now I’m mourning a relationship that never existed.
-b.e.
I write my poems in the dark.
Tapping away on the dimmed phone screen.
The tiny computer in my pocket holds my deepest thoughts.
Soft music lulls my children to sleep
While I type away my thoughts
Feelings of the past, moments in the present
A passing phrase or word floats in my mind
Until it finds its way through the keyboard to my notes.
My babies tucked in their beds beside me.
My life, my inspiration, my thoughts all float freely here.
I write my poems in the dark
It’s where I feel the most like me.
-b.e.