A big step and a poem.

Today I recorded 10 of my poems, some from the site and some unpublished ones and they'll be online as a podcast soon. It's always scary putting things out there in a different format. I am very grateful I got to record with Grifball, and not some random. I'm really excited about hearing them when the bloopers are deleted.

This is a poem I wrote this week which will be in the podcast.

Piece of Paper

She threw her words at the wall,

again and again and again

waiting for one to slip between a crack and hit home.

She knew it would help her, if they were

to find their way to his ears

and he could help her make sense

of them.

But the wall kept growing

and he strengthened it with words of his own

that hurt her, threw off her aim

and at last she understood

there was no point in using the words anymore.

That the only thing left was – doing -

and so she wrote

of pain

of hopes

of her.

And waited for the piece of paper to find the crack 

that the words couldn't

because he could take it with him,

peruse them at his own pace

and she wouldn't have to wait,

breath caught in her teeth

as he processed the words and dismissed them with his own.

Because maybe,

one day,

a piece of paper would come back through a crack to her

and she would find the answers she'd been waiting for.