Mountain Dweller


Here to bring light to the issues that people sweep under rugs to bring healing to those who can't find their own words for their experiences and to promote change through individuality. 

8 Year Anniversary

A warm summer breeze

as you pulled my pants 

down past my knees. 


Why was this happening, 

why did he choose me?


I could feel the words I was speaking

but I knew that

if I couldn't hear them, 

neither did you. 


My hands tried once, 

to convince you otherwise, 

but your strength reminded me, 

that you had already decided. 


Shaking with disbelief, 

you left me to what little dignity

I still possessed, 

walking away with a part of me

that was never meant for you. 


A warm summer breeze, 

as I pulled my pants, 

back up past my knees. 


- june 2010 

McKenzie RoersComment