Cradle

There is sound from the neighboring room. There is sound and it’s an instrument being strummed. And there is a voice singing. There is a voice, and it’s singing in a tongue I don’t know. It’s singing a song and it’s soothing to me. It’s soothing and it’s swaddling my ailing mind.


Grasping for Words

Often as a writer I pour over whether what I am writing is something that should command any attention. I reach out for the ethereal words to grasp them from the semi-opaque vapors in my mind that pass for thoughts, trying earnestly to say something significant. It is nearly inexpressible how I often feel that this is an exercise in futility: I can never say it well enough. It will fail, I fear… I believe. I even wrote an untitled poem back in early March that I posted on my personal Instagram (@prramer) that spoke to this feeling of inevitable failure at words.

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As I Am

It is gentle, soft, and whiteAnd tender, vulnerable, and pinkFull of uncertainty but comfortableI ask for nothing, expecting nothingYet there may be a home here for my soulMy heart is thankful for small gesturesI don’t know when I have ever felt so welcomeTo enter and remove the coat of my privacy and self-protectionTo seat my … Read more As I Am


Overlooked

This is what I feared would happenAnd didn’t want to happenBut did happenI allowed myself to see possibilitiesTo develop feelings and grow attachedBut the possibility was snatchedAnd fate rudely substitutedHeartache for my hopeAnd tears for my happinessI will confessI want something trulyBut truly I do not wantTo hurt to find itI know trying is importantBecause … Read more Overlooked