I can float I can drown I can swim against the current I can be submerged I can be soothed I can be cleansed I can be reminded of the coldness I can find the pristine I can dip into the muddy parts I can drink it I […]
Pain, ever present Pain, part of the soul Pain, coursing through the vein Pain, its rooted in the roots Pain, blinding to all Pain, I choose over you
I am an extremely superstitious person. My mom had me believing my itchy hand meant money was coming my way and that an upside down broom swept unwanted guests away. I thought it was a very odd thing growing up so superstitious. Now, I miss it. I miss […]
She woke up early anticipating what was to come. She knew sge was blinded ny love, hate, fear, and hope. She was a walking smorgasbord of contradictory emotions. Her heart was all rapid palpitations. She had no way of calming her heart. She just had to keep walking […]
Tonight I mourn I grieve for everything I have lost I fault myself for the fractures A tsunami of painful memories A tidal wave of sorrow A collapse of the shield A minefield of regrets A puddle of neverending tears A review of the missteps A will to […]
There’s time Perhaps The glass stays in the cupboard The candle on the shelf Can’t throw them out Can’t stare at them The garbage awaits But not quite yet Soon Soon, though
Ask a woman who has given birth about that childbirth pain. More often than not she will note it had been excruciating. However, more often than not, she will also not be able to tell you based on memory what it really felt like. The memory of how […]
The year of 2020 has, most certainly, worn itself thin. It’s been tiring, grating, and, depressing. So much so that you have therapists basically holding sessions from sun-up to midnight. At times there seems to be no reprieve whichever way you turn. I’m still trying to have my […]
Not grieving Not reeling But instead am peeling A burst of feeling Heart scaffolding teeming
There is much in life to celebrate. I truly believe that. Everyday I feel the need to either photograph the sunrise, belt out a tune or laugh a good belly laugh. Life is good. It can be. However, that doesn’t take away from the heartbreak one goes through. […]
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