I Am A Visitor

I’m not a gender bender 

or person of color - societal descriptive norm

I have little faith 

shy of fairy tales and Mother Nature

There are few left 

in my blood line 

…yet I am relatively not alone

And there are days 

when the sun 

comes up 

and I don’t rise - to the occasion 

Night falls 

and sleep 

is a reluctant guest 

I am a visitor 

in a world of strangers 

and you may never 

know my real name 

My true calling 

has been my only truth 

my only companion 

in the solitude of creativity 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Hell

There are days
when little to nothing
can move within
the close quarters
of the walls 
now 
self proclaimed 
as barren –
claustrophobia is a 
weakness to some
that steps up
when all else 
fails
and yes there is 
some comfort
in the self
imprisonment
confinement 
the familiar
the nest
of being able 
to reach out
and touch
all the boundaries
limitations
of this self created
safe haven
sacred zone  
a prison for a soul
absorbed in its
personally imposed 
version of...Hell 

© 2015 TrilbyYates