Taking and giving/
is a two-way street, but you/
fail to look both ways.

Weil ich Deutsch kann, wird/
Fehdehandschuh’n geworfen./
Ich hebe sie hoch!

Fingertips race o’er
my keyboard, and still I can’t
catch my emotions.

The feeling muscle/
needs to be exercized well./
Experience life.

Why do I remain?
Madness surrounds each of us.
I live for the good.

Confusion exists./
Sorting through it is oft hard./
Not always drama.

Co-created with KVOS broadcaster Deb Slater during an IM conversation. I edited it slightly to make it more universal, as I realized all of us go through this experience. Everybody hurts … sometimes.

Coming out of pain,/
we can watch small windows close,/
warehouse doors open.

Nearly the time she/
stayed up until the other/
night, is she awake?

I’m a mystery/
because she won’t talk to me/
about her feelings.

OR
I’m a mystery/
because she won’t talk to me/
about her questions.

In situations/
where there might be issues, you/
at least know I’ll ask.