1. Reason To Live

I want to fill books with words but not for myself,

For my children

So when they grow old they know they are not alone.

We are all this way,

Just a little bit crazy.

2. Just a Little too Ugly

I want to be beautiful.

Proud of the person I see in the mirror.

Happy with who I am

Yet I am not for I feel like I am nothing,

Nothing but ugly.

A little too ugly to carry on.

Words hurt and people are cruel and there is nothing poetic about it.

3. Angel

I was an angel once, have I lost my touch?

I don't think thats a possibility,

we don't just lose our power.

We tuck it away into some tiny little box,

hard to find in the dark places of our mind

But not entirely impossible.

4. Write

Before I write I switch my bracelets

to my left hand and put my hair into a braid.

That is how I think best,

probably because I don't think at all.

Where do these words come from and who are they for?

Just me and this notebook?

That seems wildly unfair.

5. Loss

Its no longer you

but now I don't know who?

~ a different kind of turmoil~