Faulkner wrote about her ancestors She stood like a pillar of strength between her mother and daughter She stood strong as both of them held her arms that were their life jackets as they drowned in endless sorrows Tears silently fell from her face as her father laid in his closed home And the reverend went on about him being in a better place And her strength did not falter, She let her loved ones hold on tight while she tried to blink away tears , She swallowed her pain and absorbed the pain from those around her She wasn’t just strong for her mother and daughter, but she was a goddess of strength among the mere mortals around her that wept
Escribí este poema en el 2016 cuando una ola de nostalgia me visito y me puse a pensar en mi primer amor.
La inocencia del primer amor Se queda como un tatuaje en tu mente Nunca podrás olvidar cómo se sintió Ese primer beso nervioso O como buscaban rincones escondidos Para mostrarse amor Nunca se olvida la gran emoción Que llevas dia por dia al verlo Y nunca, nunca olvidarás el primer amor Que falleció con su repente desamor
I wrote this in 2015 inspired by a situation I was going through.
A Song to My Lover
Songs are written about people like us Good songs and bad songs, r&b songs, pop songs, and of course country songs Songs that try to capture the complexity of infidelity Most of them try to capture the guilt and the grief Some of them capture the romantic notion Of secret meetings, stolen kisses And the excitement But there doesn’t seem to be A particular song for us… Could a song really capture something so profound and beautiful ? Something tainted by the reality of our situation Being with my husband is a commitment I made It’s an everyday task, not for the faint of heart Being with you is easy It’s refreshing not having to try so hard to make sweet reality work It’s amazing that you know what to do to make me feel wanted And my poor husband still hasn’t got a clue It’s refreshing that when you are with me, You see a person, a lover and not just a wife and mother These are things neve appear in songs because our truth is an alternate universe of the complexities of finding contentment from someone else at the wrong time
I wrote this poem in December of 2016 after my almost love affair with death on December 5th. It’s strange how aside from my journal entries from that month, I hardly remember that month. I just remember feeling so broken inside and like a failure after that happened that it was so hard to get up every morning. I do know that writing saved me during that time because I started journaling way more consistently. I would learn years later after being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder that up to 10 percent of people with BPD die by suicide. Five years later, I’m glad that I had people by my side that prevented me from becoming one in ten. I’m glad that afterwards, I was able to slowly come back from thiseven if I was mostly depressed the year after and it was a fight to get up every single day.
For more information about the high risk of BPD and Suicide, here is a link from Psychology Today with info about it:
This another poem inspired about the great breakup of 2001. I probably wrote this when it first happened. My sense of reality is shook up after a break up and it feels like a never ending nightmare that I’ll never wake up from after it happens. This doesn’t happen with every break up…just the ones that really affect me.
So I wait for the phone to ring To hear you say this loneliness has all been a horrible dream So I wait for you to show up at my door To tell me you can’t stand being away from me no more So I wait for your love letter in my mailbox To begin getting back together
I wrote this in 2007 about my husband. I was frustrated that he was always so guarded with his emotions and his past. I hated that I could give him my vulnerability and he couldn’t give me his. Looking back now, I should have realized how incompatible we were at the time, but my stubborn and optimistic self wanted things to badly work.
I wrote this in 2006 about my husband and my husband were in a good place…meaning we were having sex again after taking a break for several months from it. I tend to place a lot of importance of sex in a relationship and well…if that’s lacking, I get bored and depressed in the relationship.
For once desire and passion
Has entered our lives once again
And the pieces start to fall perfectly
In our lives again.
Is this a dream or just another short lived memory?
He runs his hand through my back and it’s like
Electrical wires going through my body and it turns on