Our Needs Hurt Us

We were beautiful We were fractured We had everything We could not stop looking We wanted for nothing We did not know what was ours We were walking on water We could not stay afloat We made a raft of our bodies We forgot how to swim We were watching stars We wanted the sun … Continue reading “Our Needs Hurt Us”

We were beautiful
We were fractured
We had everything
We could not stop looking
We wanted for nothing
We did not know what was ours
We were walking on water
We could not stay afloat
We made a raft of our bodies
We forgot how to swim
We were watching stars
We wanted the sun to rise
Whatever was was not
What we had in mind

Author: Janice

A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?