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Being homeless really traumatized me. I'm forever grateful to have my PTSD recognized and to be able to have three years off to recover. I'm gonna spend those three years writing a poem a day. (Or trying to. We'll see.)

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I really was in a hopeless situation. I thought I was going to die back when I was homeless. There were a couple times I almost did.

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The Prayer

Trying to trust God

is like

falling off a mountain with no harness.

I don’t feel God has ever been there for me.

I feel like nothing,

no one,

a spec that no one cares about.

How can I cry out to God

when my tears have been ignored for so long?

I’ve had to be strong

all on my own.

Alone.

With no one who cared.

And I’m scared

to put my faith in Him.

Still,

I get down on my knees and pray,

“Oh, God,

don’t you forget about me.

I know I’m not special.

You didn’t give me any gifts.

I know I’ve made mistakes,

the little lamb who drifts.

I wandered away from You,

and I suffered for that.

Yes, it’s true.

Can

You

Please forgive me?

Amen.

I say again,

Amen!

Take this pain away.

Clear the rain.

Make me whole,

whole again.

I’m trusting you

because I love you.

And deep down I know

You love me too.”

God has always been there for me. Footprints in the sand and all that. But lately, I just feel so abandoned.

This is from my chapbook Cigarettes and Sunsets.

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Nothing More

Today, I cried.

Cried for the first time in a long time.

But it felt so good to release

what the little pills repress.

And the mess

inside of me resurfaced,

came up for air.

The world doesn’t care

that you weep into the night.

Do it anyway.

Pure spite

in the face of a cruel world—

Oh, what false world

do you live in?

A fantasy world where love exists

and people are good?

People are rotten to the core.

And love?

Love is a dream.

Nothing more.

From my new chapbook Cigarettes and Sunsets. (Not yet released. Will update with a link.)