Tag: NaPoWriMo

Oatmeal

April 6, 2016

Some days I wake up so excited to see everything you will do I wake up hungry to hold your soft hands that are learning so well to hold a spoon But the feeling so quickly disappears with your first resistance to my direction My anger swallows the patience I thought I had for you … More Oatmeal

Punctured

April 29, 2013

Honesty stepped into the conversation But she wasn’t spoken She came under the words Punctured my pride Letting the blood of my true prejudices run out Soaking through my carefully considered clothes choice And I stared down at the red truth dripping Half shocked Half hurt Fully ashamed at what Honesty had revealed