Hope Endures

A bitter taste

Destroying beauty

People that kill

People who die

Children who wake

From gunshots outside

Families afraid to

Send their children to school

Blood soaked clothing

Of mothers whose

Sons have died in their arms

Guns in the hands

Of the innocent and nefarious

Bombs dropped

Bloodshed in the name of God

Wars for power, land, oil, greed

Mother’s without children

Babies without families

Nations without trust

Humans without Love


Hope endures faintly

“Rehab is for Junkies Only!”

Heroine addicts

Looking at the girl

With razor carvings

Blanketing her arms and legs

They turn away from her

“She doesn’t have a real problem”

As in life she’s unaccepted

In this world of recovery

Walking away

She gives in to

No longer belonging in this world

Desperately searching

To find the end

The end of her pain

A girl in-need of help

Never found it

Even in a place

Where all can be helped

Finding a Voice

There are so many of them.

Not schizophrenic,

Internal diversity.

Full of opinions,

Full of shit perhaps.

Sifting through

The baggage

The positive and negative

Words spoken

True or false

Compiling self,

Deleting self loathing

Building character

Finding a Voice

Speaking out loud…