Path Weaver – May 21, 2019

The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019

Release – April 19, 2018

To feel the breath release, And know I made the first step. Clear as a mountain lake, I made no mistake. I went for the jugular, and didn’t look back. No easy path, I know. I’ve searched high and low. The words forced from my bowels From some unknown source A lifetime without speaking my … Continue reading Release – April 19, 2018

Blurred – October 28, 2018

She is gone, Left long ago. The agony that sieges my life Sprinkles, Then pours. I try to move forward, No pain allowed. Time mixed sorrow with anger, it is me. This topic is not easy, it’s not clear cut, or black and white. It’s so grey the lines have blurred where the ocean meets … Continue reading Blurred – October 28, 2018

The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019

As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019

Cut Down – March 31, 2019

Up and tall, shoulders rolled back, chin pushed toward the sky, hair tucked neatly behind her ears. -CUT DOWN- Push forward, don't look back, stay small, absorbing all vibes. Over, and over, and over again. -CUT DOWN- Quick sand in his shoes, hunched and drooping, chin folded up, messy and knotted. -CUT DOWN- Pull within, … Continue reading Cut Down – March 31, 2019

Flood – March 21, 2019

The water lurches onto the land, Suffocating everything it covers. A blanket of beauty, twinkling as the sun bounces it’s rays, shimmering along it’s path. Underneath this mysterious enigma, it shields the unknown and invisible. The constant movement, flowing to nowhere. Just keeps going, And moving, And smothering under the blanket of beauty, always glistening. … Continue reading Flood – March 21, 2019

Branches – January 12, 2018

The quiet stirs. The sad seeps in. The anger is not far behind. Now, I catch myself. I shuffle through my pocket of happy, Hoping, to quickly find a thought. Clear a new path to wander. The cycle continues, Until my path resembles the branches of a tree. Thankful for the choices it's many directions … Continue reading Branches – January 12, 2018