INTO THE ABYSS My alarm clock rings I’m too tired to move I reach for my phone I tap the snooze I try to catch A few more winks But my mind Slowly sinks Into the abyss Where sorrow does kiss The light within my soul Eventually I fold And I rise In absolute despise…

FEBRUARY 2ND This second day isn’t much better For I am a debtor To the grief that resides within I’m holding on by the hair Of my chinny-chin-chin Without a wolf in sight   Simona A. Brinson Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.

WITHIN You wouldn’t know If I didn’t let you in The storm that brews within The depths of my very soul Dark and dank and cold This very first day of February Is more than drab and dreary It’s the beginning of the end Of which I cannot mend   Simona A. Brinson Photo by…

24 HOURS AWAY I don’t look forward To the month of February That month is quite Drab and dreary It’s 24 hours away I wish I could Turn back the days But I cannot I must deal with the lot I’ve been dealt My heart of greenbelt Is about to turn brown And I will…

HER EYES Did she walk away With light in her eyes As she said her last goodbye? After all, he was her forever guy And for his love she once vied Even though he made her cry And told her lies To sanitize His demoralized Love guise There was a time She thought she spied…

RECOGNIZE Alibis And little lies Compromised You justify But you also recognize That his smile belies The truth behind his eyes A disguise Used to keep you denied Of love exemplified Arise, arise O’ butterfly See the truth behind your eyes And recognize You are lionized Simona A. Brinson Photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash…

SWEET & TENDER His love was sweet and tender When he spoke, flowers bloomed And butterflies danced and flitted About the room His love was sweet and tender Until the day it wasn’t It was then you understood That he never did and he doesn’t Simona A. Brinson Photo by Lucas Pezeta from Pexels © 2021 mylifeinword.com All…

GLITTER & GLIM Do you ever wish You could take an eraser And erase her Or maybe even him From the very pages In your life Where discontent and strife Left you feeling gloomy and dim Remember those days Full of dark clouds and rain When you had to refrain From bubbling over the brim…

BAREFEET Feet without shoes Freedom Grounded Balanced Earthy Unrestricted Connected Equalized Energized Uninhibited Measured Even Limitless Unbridled Centered Liberated Unfettered Emancipated Unbound Rooted Anchored Feet without shoes Simona A. Brinson Photo by Brina Blum on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.

LOW TIDE Her low tide Helps keep her in stride When she’s about — Without a doubt — To lose her effin’ mind She becomes an unrefined Sling blade killin’ machine Of nightmarish dreams So don’t let her coyness fool you She is a prizefighter of unparalleled thew She is her very own chainsaw massacre…