Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

I’m never sad when not with you I need more time so I can think There’s so much more that you could do Your soul is water; mine’s a sink I could believe that nothing’s true I change so I don’t have to lie I hope that you will let go too I need what’sContinue reading “Honesty”

You’re surrounded you can only guess at their intentions—lightly, brightly They watch you walk around like you’re in a hazy B-movie You go through your memory reels, reeling that nothing is quite in focus how do you stand it? The same scene just keeps playing over and over, the needle stuck in the same grooveContinue reading “Lucid”

It’s a coldness that eats away at your insides. Fingertips white, tepid water burns, creates a blotchy rash twisting up your legs; mast cells activating again. Always fighting something inside I suppose it is better to fight than flight better safe than sorry better to expect nothing than something better cynical than naive. I marvelContinue reading “Safe”

I need to stop watering these plastic trees but what if they grow?

Lord, help me accept the things that won’t change. Let me help people release the clenched fist of wrath. Let me be understood and understanding. Don’t let me accept defeat as permanent painful enduring—let me remember the trees that change their shape to outgrow immovable things. Let joy seep out of hate-worn corners that festerContinue reading “Acceptance”