13659097_1035534416541812_421774360496387747_nHeroes by circumstances, believers by nature, wrapped in a cape they dawn the skies.
Blessing to those who live to give, burden to those who live to take.
Fighting battles without honors, while others seek comfort in their sorrows.
Day by day integrity wakes them up each morning and drives them to pick up their capes. 
Through blood, sweat, and tears they remain strong and tread the streets of unknown without fear.
Every SuperHero does not have a good ending but, each leaves behind a legacy akin to the next generation of heroes to follow.



They say my time is trickling down, in sorrows my mother drowns, as I frown.
Drip by drip, strength pours from veins these devils now reign.
Slip and fall on these stumbling blocks as all hope in recovery comes crumbling down.
Breathe, I breathe, negativity I breathe, suffocating the hope that once kept me afloat.
Scream she screams, live your life she screams as tears roll down her cheeks.
Believe, believe, in God we must believe for faith will set us free.


Written: 9/26/2014

Endless Thoughts

In the darkness of the night faith finds hope.
Dream, don’t dwell, your time will come.
Smile and heal through the tears with cheer.
Your heart is pure, mind is clear, your time is near. 
With each thought a vision grows.
Grow, it grows, the seeds you sow. . .


Written: 6/7/2015

Ticking Time Bomb

Days and night I count the ticks of my clocks. Waiting and caring for all thoughts I have been pairing. At times racing in my mind or standing behind hurdles of Father Time, these thoughts remain lost in a frenzy of emotions. Dreaming and fearing all the feelings I have been perceiving, I remain lost in my world. Walking and moving, yet stopping and hearing all the plans these thoughts have been weaving. Ambitions become expeditions as I yearn to experience the moment these thoughts dissolve and become reality. Ticking and breathing my heart keeps beating for the moment of truth is nearing. As time runs out, the ticks stop…
timeWritten: 2/25/16


Every night the cuts get deeper the fears get steeper. As reoccurring nightmares stampede my subconscious, I try to chase away the vivid memories with rocks of denial. Day by Day I find myself with a reflection of my past at each glance, questioning each moment like is this my present or my past? With each trigger I get trapped. There again I stand where I once lost who I am.  Fighting for freedom, scared to live, I look for a second chance; but with each bang I get triggered. There I lay in each flashback waiting to have freedom’s throat slit again unable to move frozen and in shock from years of mental torture.

As I wake up every morning, I stand eye to eye with the child constantly robbed by your expectations and traumatized by control. Wiping her tears, I soothe the child. We are a big girl now. Break the cycle of abuse and identify your triggers, only then will the flashbacks stop. We will rise, our time will come; live for you, and free yourself from your fears.


Inspiration: Nightmares of the past.

A Ray of Sunshine

As raindrops drip in silence, a rumble erupts from a cloud. Soaring and roaring all the sorrows comes pouring. Drip by drip, warm tears evaporate with cold raindrops. As I become entrapped in the storm, bolts of lightning shock my core leaving behind a faint heartbeat. Again and again I get scorched again.
Praying to heal from the damage of each thunderbolt, I lie awake thanking my ventilator for making each breath possible. As I lie peering through a lonely hospital window, being on life support gives me a new hope to live a better life. Even lightning bolts could not silence my being, what force can hurdle me now?
One day the thunderstorms will seize and a rainbow of treasures will be found. Until a rainbow is born, I lie and wait admiring the blessings of my ray of sunshine …

Red Rose

Distant I stay to keep those away that fail to see the tears I hail.

Hidden in thorns I feel pain as my pedals fray.
Steps and stomps I hear day and night, though no one stops to see the thorns I fought.

Until an angel dropped a seed for deeds I forgot.
Heal, he heals, with purity he heals the scars once pealing.
Burn, I burn, like fire I burn, as his light shines amongst me.
Red and bright I beam with might as I blossom into a …Rose