Moment to moment,
I lose a little bit more of myself
and give in to what’s really on my mind
Dare I be modest when passion overflows
Honesty gets taken for granted
But I can only be authentic
I’m sorry if this hurts
I’m sorry if you still do
Haiku, prose, and other forms of poetry found within the ragged journal.

The following entry uses the word prompt “Oak“ as inspiration.
The large holy oak calls to me,
inviting me to climb
Life is peaceful, up here
Far away from the clamor
and every once in a while,
I feel like looking down
How odd it is that the only time I feel fear
is when I’m looking where I’m from
Down there, is pain
Down there, is heartbreak
Down there, is the fall