Knows Best

My mother knows me

Better than any soul.

She stands by my side

When I‘m most alone.

My mother accepts me

And each of my flaws.

Airs all my conflictions

Then opens my doors.

My mother loves me

More than I know.

Sometimes I don’t see

All the love that she shows.

Condiment shmondiment

Sincerely,

Could I write without the fodder -

The bother of fancy frivolities?

Well

There,

I did it again.

Pandering to that egoic glare.

Beating down on me.

So hardly

Self-aware.

Culprit’s Cusp

The bright sun is torching my tepid pale skin

As it burns through the shackles of my fermented sin

Basking in my sadness, the solar winds begin to blow

They’re telling me come out, they’re asking me to grow