I try to nail sunlight
to paper.
Instead, I always
capture rain.
The light is so elusive.
It won’t even scribble
its initials on my
waterlogged pages.
The darkness is
never shy.
It always invites
itself in.
My pen has been
swimming in
its ocean for
quite some time.
I dive to bottom
of a well written sea.
The light remains
unread.
-Tosha Michelle
The mist whispers “come closer”
as the rain falls down,
The sound invading my heart
Sadness huddles in the leaves,
waiting to burst forth with the wind.
brushing my cheeks
finding purchase within my bones.
Bringing me to my knees
lost in a puddle of bruises
My red rimmed eyes
trying to breach the light
Darkness consumes me
Literally.
Figuratively.
The kind of darkness
I feel with every breath
filling my lungs and
slowly suffocating my soul.
There’s no reprieve from the darkness
only self inflicted torture
of a tear stained mind.
Everything I Never Told You 