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 up my lungs as my galloping heart was beginning to sink into my …

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 of hay. You wore it without thinking anything of it. You liked it. …

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 that made me feel vacant, was initiated by me. I’m unable to console …

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 spew of hate. Words she can’t relate, ‘Cause she doesn’t mean them. Here …

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 when I least expect it, and how those ones turn out to be …

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 happen when least expected, and that they just fall out of me, so …