Need You in My LifeDistance never stops the ones who care,it only proves how deep the roots can grow.Busy days can’t dim what we still share,effort finds a way when hearts still glow.Pride may raise its quiet walls of stone,but real devotion climbs past every ledge.I choose to meet you where you stand alone,not to … Continue reading I need you in my life  The post I need you in my life  appeared…
The Empty Throne (A Disease of Deficiency) A house can hold four walls and still be empty inside,where a child grows up starving on a diet of “not now,”love arrives late, or wearing a disguise,and the wound gets planted before anyone knows how.Kohut called it a disease of deficiency, plain and clear,not evil born whole, … Continue reading The Empty Throne The post The Empty Throne appeared first…
 Because I Carry It Well There is a weight I wear like skin,so practiced no one sees it strain,an architecture of disciplinebuilt to disguise the rain.I speak a fluent, silent tongue,denial dressed as poise,each measured breath, each word half-sung,to mute the inner noise.I’ve learned to hold my face like glass,composed, unmoved, serene,so no one … Continue reading Because I carry it well The…
The Price of Being Alive We trade a cardboard kingdom for a clock,And call the restless bargain growing wise;Then chase the child we buried in a box,While little glowing screens reduce our eyes.We sell the morning sunlight by the hour,To buy a bigger room we never use;We praise exhaustion as a form of power,Then wonder … Continue reading The price of being alive  The post The price of being alive…
The Things We Say We have learned to cry where everyone can see,Then leave before the wounded ask for grace.We call it sympathy because our eyes are wet,And never once return to face their face.We say, “I’m here,” with one hand on the door,Our love arranged like furniture for show.We want the credit for a … Continue reading The things we say  The post The things we say  appeared first on…
The Name They Gave the ChildBefore the mirror learned to hold a face,a voice had taught the child to turn away.It called them difficult, slow, a waste of space,then handed them that verdict for the day.They grew around it like a tree round wire,mistaking pain for something they had grown.They learned to make their hunger … Continue reading The name they gave the child  The post The name they gave…
The life you keep hoping forIs not somewhere beyond your reach,It waits behind the doorYou are afraid to open and breach.We blame the world for pain,For every hand that let us down,But we keep walking in the rainWhile shelter waits in our own town.We call it fate when love goes cold,We call it luck when … Continue reading The life you keep hoping for  The post The life you keep hoping for …
The Blueprint You Keep Rehearsing Fear is a landlord living under your skin,It charges you rent in a room called doubt,It keeps the lights low, locks the windows in,Then calls the darkness “what life is about.”You wake and reach first for the worst-case scene,Before your bare feet even touch the floor,Your mind begins rehearsing what … Continue reading The blueprint you keep rehearsing  The post…
They brewed a saint from circuits, sold him as a sageto pour warm honey in your doubtful ear.They dressed up code in an old man’s ageand whispered, “Alan’s back, he’s here.”They hired a ghost with no real breathto imitate the crackle of his tone.They stapled wisdom to a borrowed deathand claimed the lecture as their … Continue reading If profit wears a philosopher‘s skin  The post If profit wears…