Dead They’re all dead I see them in my head Dancing and flirting Dropping Like flies Swatting Combative Trying to be free Let go Of the nothing That holds me instead
It’s over, I’m done Disregard me Pushed aside. I don’t feel it anymore What you try and hide. I am me You should stop and see It’s pretty great here. I’m alone, But free.
I didn't let myself, How dare I let myself, Why let myself. ~~~ I felt nothing but relief when it happened. The end felt freeing. I'm ok with that now, I can live with that. Little did I know, that moment also began my journey back to her.
I feel most at home, alone amongst the trees. My mind wonders to thinking about life, and all that it is. Today I wonder where my mom felt most at home. Would she like to join me in silence listening to the leaves chatter in the wind. Would she want me to keep the precious … Continue reading Free – February 6, 2019