Badger stone
and steel
add cream
and whip
like so
many men
have before
shaky hand
one small
move across
the throat
could end
it all
or cause
the softness
of a
baby’s behind
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Blink (for Mikey)
I’m only
if anything
anywhere today
right now
this moment
that blink
everything else
I think
goes gone
and this
then too
Shine
Hope doesn’t blossom
it doesn’t grow
hope simply shines
and it shows
the very steps
that the strong
have walked before
and with each
it will take
not to go
but to get
Neither
Never did I
having climbed then
and finally found
and upon seeing
where I’ve been
never to return
for down below
belongs no matter
to me anymore
and this then
matters neither either
being just me
Sighing
Here then sitting
in this silence
when no one
but me sighs
and in sighing
saying more to
the same silence
than all the
other words that
I had ever
said to you
during the noise
