Tuesday Poetry: Higher Education

I was always told I had
To go to college to get
A good job – 
I struggled and chose
A path more difficult
Than others – 
I first went to a junior college
And earned an Associate’s
I traveled out of state
To a university and
After two semesters
I couldn’t afford
Out-of-state tuition
I took a break to gain
In-state residency – four years – 
I went back and graduated
The first in my family
To earn a Bachelors – 
I struggled finding work in my field
Or work with benefits
Everyone asked for ten years experience
Or a Master’s degree – 
I got more student loans
I increased my debt
And earned a Master’s
Now the only jobs that will interview me
Are coffee shops offering minimum wage
Or I can scrub toilets – 
What happened to all the good jobs
That were supposed to be waiting
For me when I graduated – 
An education is the most important
Thing a person can get
Paying for that education
Is not the most important thing

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Tuesday Poetry: Demisexual

It’s always been different for me
I used to think it was
Because of anxiety
I’m uncomfortable around new people
Connecting with someone romantically
That never happens right away
It takes time to feel attracted to someone
They are often friends and 
Often don’t feel the same
Rejected
Sometimes they ignore and avoid me
I get over it
I can even maintain the friendship
If the other person wants to
But finding a partner
Is a losing battle
I don’t want to feel alone anymore
Friendships never last
I’ve been called prudish
I’m not sexual or romantic
I try but fail
Is it worth trying again

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Lizard Smashed on the Sidewalk & Crossed Wires

Lizard Smashed on the Sidewalk

One evening
As I walked to work
I was cheerful
No concerns or
Worries at the time
Then I felt something
Beneath my foot
A crunch
But not like paper
Or plastic or word
What was it
I lifted my foot
To discover
A lizard smashed
Into the concrete
A small one
Who had barely lived
I didn’t see him
Or her or whatever
I think it ran
Under my foot
And wasn’t 
Fast enough
I felt like a monster
Why was fate so cruel
I spent 30 minutes
Fighting back tears
It was a senseless
Useless murder
One I could never
Take back
It got me thinking
What if I were crushed
Would anyone cry
For me or
Would they make
It about them
Like I am
Making this lizard’s
Death about me
Death never makes sense

Crossed Wires

Every day the
Wounds cut deeper
The ignorance
Of 30 years
Evaporates
The trauma
Lives again
The panic
The mistrust
The pain
The anger – 
I haven’t been
Angry in years
I fear it
Will bottle up
And I will
Self-destruct
But I don’t
Know where
To put the anger – 
Nothing satisfies
The rage monster
Nothing satisfies
The angry child
Who doesn’t 
Know what
Love is
Who doesn’t
Know what
Friendship is – 
I always believed
I held a
Monster inside
Now I know
It’s true
And I’m
Afraid of him
What do I
Do with him – 
Part of me
Says to
Let him out
What Hell
Would follow him
What Hell
Have I
Locked away
Inside my mind – 
There are
No heroes here

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.