it splits, it splinters, shredding each frail piece.

breaking apart the symmetry that once held it in place.

 pick the fragments up and heap them in a pile.

that is all it’s really worth, even when you smile.

donna marie

the blow

 the blow struck her suddenly-

i watched her stumble low.

she never saw it coming-

how could she possibly know?

i wonder…. can she take it-

the pain that sears her heart-

or will she end up in a pit-

while her mind frays apart.

donna marie

let you down

don’t want to let you down-

trying hard as i can-

wish you understood-

what a terrible mess i am-

it pains, it smothers me-

so tightly it’s wound-

till i’m all but shattered-

where i can’t be found.

donna marie


into the deep

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind-

As if my brain had split-

I tried to match it- Seam by Seam-

But could not make it fit.

-Emily Dickinson

This poem describes how I feel a great deal of the time– but I am learning to be grateful that I feel things so deeply. I see that God has given me great empathy for others and I know that it comes from going through deep waters.   dmi