“Search Party”

you used to know her

where is she?

I’ve looked and can’t find her

blurred vision

gasping for air

searching in the midst

the air is thick

the path is dark

have you seen her?

did she go this way?

it’s like she’s invisible

except in the mirror

staring back at me

“A Poem to Myself”

what you go through
in those moments of despair
is a hopeless state of mind
drowning in fears
treading water
just to breathe
as you see the straws
float by

not realizing
that every tear
has a story
and every story
causes the water
to rise

but maybe in sinking
you’ll swim