An independent woman

Does not easily integrate

The pieces of her life in compartments

Borne of necessity

Her children, once her reason for existing,

Their compartment:  ‘Unconditional Love’

Her career, her fuel, her distraction, her success

Its’ compartment:  ‘Accomplishment’

Her house (has she ever had a home?)

A nesting in progress, a need, home

Its compartment:  ‘Shelter’

Your time, a precious commodity

Her selfish need

Its compartment:  ‘Warmth’

Your love

Your… love?

She pushes it aside, the discomfort alarms her

As she anxiously shuffles compartments

The click-click of the key in the tumbler

Her heart, the resistant receptacle

Debris from the past

Taking up space

Where you belong

She sweeps at the remains in one frustrated motion

The pain blows back, like ashes in the wind

Persistent reminders

Vestiges of memory, she gathers

Placing them in a separate box

Labeled  ‘The Past’

She will visit it only as needed

To clean the compartment, bit by bit

Ridding herself of the damaging debris

The useless drudgery of their failures

Abuse, heartache

Will not co-exist with love

Nor will she allow the damage to permeate

Only one key allows entry

The cylindrical lock aligned

Allowing rotation

Swinging inward, open

This compartment ‘Her Heart’

Most fragile of them all

With shaking fingers

She gives it to you.

Hurt is Here to Hold Me


Hurt is here to hold me

As I push you away

You claim to offer rescue

From the pain

Are you insane?

What keeps me alive,

But the stab of hurt’s knife?

If I allow myself to feel


I will die

The hurt surrounds my heart



Sins of the past

They came so fast

From my false protector

Forbidden danger

Force of anger

Pushing me under

I’m held there


By the force, the ache

Guardian of disaster

My life taken in trade

My own bed I have made




Pressure building

Deep within

Smoldering fire

Gust of wind

Blaze ignited, out of control

Path of destruction

As force takes hold

Furious flames

Burst forth

Internal combustion

No more

Volcanic eruption

Spew of blackened embers

Pieces of my soul


Hideous carnage

Bloodbath of anger

Rise up from the wreckage

Fueled by dark hunger

There’s no going back

I’ve turned the page




Under shadow of night

My breath you did take

Awoken from my restless slumber

You wrapped yourself around me

Giving me that which I sought

Unconditional love



We were two wanderers, lost


Secretly wishing to be one

Our hearts now entwined

I am yours

You, mine

Lusting lips

Swaying hips

A cry in the night

Sweet passion

This gift we exchange, priceless

With no limitations

Take me

As I sing for you

A love song of surrender


Where time and space collide

Explosions of truth erupt

And my eyes


An ocean of emotion

No longer a want

But a necessary union

I dine at your table

You shelter me in your arms

And clothe me with eternal love