Friday, November 21, 2008

Where are my walls?

I feel extremely vulnerable.

Like a scared little girl.


and I hate it.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Life Was Loud.

Sometimes life yells at you.
Like I heard my father do.

It howls and shouts.
Like the kid wanting out.

It screams and cries.
Like those hidden lies.

It bellows and roars.
Like those swinging doors.

It shrieks and whines.
Like those ties that bind.

It yelps and weeps.
Like heartbroken sleep.

Sometimes I wish it would whisper.