ariana sexton-hughes

poetry

i write to heal

poetry

(what if) the pain went away?

and, what if…
what if,
the pain went way?
for more than a moment?
for more than a day?
really.
what if,
the pain went away?
completely,
in total,
…purged from my being?

poetry

a moment (of strength)

…there are these moments

these little, tiny moments
when, again my strength is tested

when, again my resolve is forcibly entrusted

with ever greater need
to rise above and beyond what I believe I can exceed.

poetry

a moment (to breathe)

and in these moments

of ever so quiet panic

and

anxiety-ridden

pulmonary drama

i seek

just a sparing breath

yes

just a breath

a moment

please

poetry

being the me that is (me)

there are times
when i don’t want to be
the me that is me
no
i don’t

poetry

do i?

do i

cut my hair?

do i

pull it out?

do i

dye my dirty blonde

triple-process platinum?

poetry

i don’t remember

this poem is NOT about “what happened.”

it’s about my struggle with “remembering.” it took years and years to remember as much as i know now. but, in “remembering,” and focusing on healing, i am slowing letting go.