Poetry

to be Free

At some point choosing to be free I realized Meant choosing to be misunderstood I couldn’t be free while being trappedIn the expectationsNo, in my oversized concern about the expectations,To perform Understandable Character Not to audiences who only saw the…

jinnyruth
November 21, 2024

I Choose This

It’s so bumpyAnd we are bruised as we bounce aroundBanging knees and armsAnd even sometimes heads or heartsKnocking into each other and all the things around us as we go It is almost never smooth sailing, as they sayThough there…

jinnyruth
November 21, 2024

Stepping Away Has Been Stepping In

Stepping away has been stepping in To light A world turned rainbow Instead of black and white

jinnyruth
October 21, 2021

Sticky Fingers

My fingers Are always sticky It seems

jinnyruth
February 4, 2020

The Injury of Apron Strings

It's not an apron string being cut I swear it's actually a flesh wound Inflicted with violence and prejudice Bleeding and raw

jinnyruth
February 4, 2020

But Is

I watch this little baby Who shouldn't be in my bed But is

jinnyruth
February 4, 2020

Tuesday at 10 a.m.

The feeling that I've lost myself That girl who felt Powerful Unstoppable

jinnyruth
February 4, 2020

A Panic Attack

I am drowning In this stormy sea Of fractured thoughts and half-formed ideas.

jinnyruth
July 28, 2015

Maggie’s 2008

But not just a poem, a saga, a tale Of another years passage along life’s long trail A tale of a mother and father and kids And all of the crazy old things they all did

jinnyruth
December 25, 2008