BROKEN SKY
faded moon
Dedication
I dedicate this book to the Kristopher who I was. The little boy who
felt lost and misunderstood because he could not see who he would
become.
I never thought I was a big thing.
Just a small thing that wasn’t able to do much of anything.
That narrative changed the day I saw my shadow cast beneath the Sun.
I was bigger than everything.
To all of you that lost yourselves and found yourselves not wrapped
up in what mom thought you should be, but growing upside down,
side ways, and inside out, finding your way through the dark to your
own brilliant shining star.
Forever loved by any that dared to accept you as you braved this
journey called life.
-- Mom
i am...
Image of boy courtesy of Samuel Aboh. Background image courtesy of Annie Spratt. hiding LOST Hurt
alone Un-loveable
broken
Not Good Enough losing Faith
in-doubt
worthless i WAS...
“If they knew the me that stares back at them with sad eyes--with tears.”
A Ending can be a beginning
Little boy hurt
Little boy blue
Little boy lives inside me and you
Little boy lost
Little boy found
Little boy stop hiding
It’s okay
It’s alright to play around
Little boy hurt
Little boy blue
Little boy lived inside me and you
Wake up
Wake up little boy
It’s safe now
It’s Okay
It’s alright to be seen
To play
I am strong enough for me and you
No one will hurt us again
It’s okay to let go
I love you little boy
Now go
Out there--outside to play
Laugh, be innocent, and dream the day away
There is no comfort being uncomfortable
Photographer, zygimantas Dukauskas
I die on the inside, eyes wide shut looking on the outside. Searching for
you. Looking for you. I am exhausted and hungering for a love that will
not give. Staring hopelessly into the vastness of many men who are as
empty as me.
Hunger Games
Most can’t see.
Thirsty for a sweet drink from any man’s cup.
Hungry for strange fruit rotting on the vine.
Walking aimlessly through the valley of darkness,
in a paradise known to many:
OBLIVION
I looked at him and said,
I reflect what you shine.
Some days, I don’t reflect at all.
I am not brave.
He was rare.
He was empty.
I walked through him.