Month: April 2018

Lessons on Being Lost

One of the worst fears of a child is getting lost. I was eight years old when I found myself standing alone in the middle of a campground in Jasper, BC. The trees towered around me, encouraging my nerves to crawl faster… Read More

A letter to 12 year old me.

Dear Twelve, I’ve not forgotten you, do not worry. I remember that day you chose to wear that t-shirt. You know— the one with the giant head of a pig on the front, wearing a straw hat and chewing on a strand… Read More

rescue

My head, in a painful fog. My heart, in an aching war. Alone, out in the darkness. This blade within my core is severing all my joy. It’s strange to know that I am my own assailant. Every twist of this blade… Read More

regarding emotions

Her emotions become chaotic, She’d wish she was catatonic. ‘Cause the concealed pain Revealed on this emotional train, Is often far beyond her grasp. Her control will never last. Her eyes will bleed of tears, Familiar through the years. Her voice will… Read More

The flame

I had the first few lines of this poem written and tucked away for quite a while now. I picked up on it again this morning and finished it in about fifteen minutes. It’s interesting how quickly certain words come to me… Read More

The Storm

This has, and I believe always will be, one of my favourite poems that I have written. I wrote it in about ten minutes, after feeling a complete writer’s block for quite awhile before. And I’ve learned that the best ones always… Read More