If I were 5

In a world of my

own making, I 

stand before the mirror mesmerized

Me: age 5

transfixed by my own face

and blissfully ignorant

of my bloated belly, shaking 

narrow, boyish hips 

that will one day become 

the fabulous curves
I'm ashamed to flaunt, the
foundation of a

woman's body I can't seem
to face in
the mirror, trapped in a

world of my own making

---

If I Were prompt on Poetry Jam

Moving on

This week's prompt on Poetry Jam was "magic." And there's nothing I find more magic than the human capacity to love, forgive, hope, endure ...

MOVING ON

We fight
we yell
we cry
we cling
we despair
we beg
we regret
we ache
we wonder
we release
we remember
we love

--

Poetry Jam: magic

Man of the house

He was a desperate man,

a child really,

broken and sad, left to

raise three children when he

could barely take

care of himself 

She was a broken child

desperate for a 

man to care for her

but always left carrying

the burden of

caring for herself 

--

Poetry Jam - an impossible place