You suffered so much pain on a daily basis.

When on vacation with some of my well-to-do family members, I saw against their contrasting wholeness just how broken up I had become inside. This poem is the expression of that realization and all its implications as I saw them at the time.

I think this is the first poem I put on here that’s anywhere close to home.

This is a collection of short interconnected drabbles.
Lyra is a princess of a far away kingdom, but she just cant get this fairy tale princess stuff right.

God is crying over his fractured world.

Souls dissolve before my eyes.

Heartbreak can be crushing.

You are pained when you are hurt.

Sometimes what you imagine is freakishly accurate.

Some things need writing off.