Friday, November 1, 2019


i would love to say
recovery has a finish line 
one where crowds roar 
as you break the paper divide 
with arms outstretched 
in hallelujah praise God 
recovery really is 
a thankless job you 
more or less do in the dark 
it’s also a taskmaster 
that waits by your bed each dawn 
sayin’ get up g-damnit 
don’t drown in victimhood 
and when you finally decide to hoist
up that golden survivor flag 
you begin to curse that title 
more and more each day 
all you want 
after all your scars
is to be a human 
free of mark

*Published in From The Ashes: An International Anthology of Womxn's Poetry