Poem: Familiar Poisons


Familiar Poisons

It is a constant struggle,
knowing what to keep,
and what to let go,

the painful honesty that most of it
you never use,
never are touched by,
at least not in healthy ways.
so it becomes a familiar poison,

but poison nonetheless.

About this poem

About stuff. About the stuff we carry in our hearts. About whatever familiar poison infects each of us.

I took the picture down in Florida in the strange hodgepodge house we stayed in during my son’s graduation.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s