Love, Left Nowhere – December 20, 2021 Inside of this hole I fell down Watching the smooth walls Shimmer by and by Waiting to hit bottom It never comes Moving Into the clouds They pass me by Tasting like cotton candy My eyes blinking closed I feel the vibrations Of love, left nowhere The tips of my toes Reaching For something … Continue reading Love, Left Nowhere – December 20, 2021

Inside My Room – November 17, 2021

The covers tussled and left alone The remote can be found on the floor underneath the bed, I think. I can’t reach my lamp It has been pushed too far away The blinds are mostly shut Except for a few cracks in-between the folds I can hear the toilet running Day after day It’s the … Continue reading Inside My Room – November 17, 2021

Pieces of Forgiveness – December 22, 2021

Traipsing Inside the inklings Of time Picked up By the wanderers Who have nothing to forgive Because forgiveness itself Seems to be letting go Or so I’ve been told Inside the glimmers of light The sun will eventually Hand over the day To the moon Seemingly scattered These dreams I’ve had A million times Wandering … Continue reading Pieces of Forgiveness – December 22, 2021

Meet Me Where Our Eyes Connect – July 11, 2021

I’ve sat with it Torn it from my still beating heart Felt it slip through my finger tips And grabbed it by the hair Kicking and screaming It hurts so bad I can see the pain In other’s eyes Never returning the favor It’s there It will always be And I know I’m closer to … Continue reading Meet Me Where Our Eyes Connect – July 11, 2021

C’est Moi – September 10, 2021

It’s how I see you Whole And kind With an outer shell That sometimes Keeps you from your own heart Blind And focused I see you For the person you are And have always been The little you So full of life And smiling The cracks That have been so carefully placed Shaping everything Loved … Continue reading C’est Moi – September 10, 2021

Talking to you…10/27/21

PARTS AND PIECES Sabbatical House There was this house we lived in, and it was the only house we lived in I always felt like a visitor. The sabbatical house, where nothing was really ours. The furry white rug I rolled around on, the oversized bean bags in the basement (I might have popped). The … Continue reading Talking to you…10/27/21