Puzzle Undone


Pieces fit together to form things.
Each piece appears different but the same.
Just like pieces of person fit together
to make whom they are.
But sometime, pieces become lost,
destroyed or just tossed away as if they were nothing.
We try as much as we can, but the puzzle of
the soul is left undone once again.

© 2017 Kimber Michaela

The Perfect of Imperfect

So many want to tell you what is wrong with something
that was created.

The notes were flat, the painting isn’t finished- right?
Your writing needs work- maybe you should keep
your day job and just give up!

Nothing is perfect all the time.

You can be imperfect because you took a chance
and let your creativity soar if only for yourself.

So imperfect is just perfect at times.

© 2016 Kimber Michaela

They don’t

They don’t believe that you are real.

They think I made you up since
I can’t share pictures and information
about you.

I tell them is a casualty of the job.

They turn and laugh and say I’m pathetic
to have to lie about someone being in their lives.

I would love to walk up and scream of
the pride and strength you show everyday.

Making sure we can take a breath another day.

But I am one of many who’s loved ones
have to live in the shadows to survive.

© 2016 Kimber Michaela

How Many ?


have I written  to crumble them up
and add to the others covering the floor beneath me.

These words are to important  that my hand shakes
as I try to get it all down.

This will be the last time I write to you- it is time
to set you free and finally take the chains off me.

© 2016 Kimber Michaela