Today I woke up to our youngest making his way under the covers to snuggle. I took in the moment, but found my mind drifting away. Off I went to my own obligations. His warmth pulled me back. Our son was sweetly playing a game with his hands. I watched as he encircled his eyes … Continue reading A Moment – April 4, 2018
Tag: loss
Tiny Voice – March 21, 2019
Does the world seem too big? Am I speaking out loud? My voice seems to be lost in the static.
Sleep Paralysis – March 10, 2019
Did you ever talk about it? I was scared to ask about it. It turned into the forbidden fruit, I was not tempted, Or brave, Or I didn’t want to know the truth. It hurt too bad. I pretended you were fine, as I pushed you away. Instinct took hold, sheltering my breaking heart. I wrapped … Continue reading Sleep Paralysis – March 10, 2019
Anxiety – September 28, 2018
It's comfy here, where I like to be. I don’t invite many people. I fear they wouldn’t come.
Grief’s Praise – March 17, 2019
Mom, you were my home. Your arms, your eyes, your voice. I loved home.
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
Back and Forth – March 17, 2019
There are times out of nowhere I can’t catch my breath. She squeezes with all her might, And tugs at my bleeding heart. I can’t think straight. Mind frozen in the past, or is it the future that makes me sob? So hard the tears flood my cheeks turn into rivers. I can’t see past … Continue reading Back and Forth – March 17, 2019
Rolling Down – November 16, 2017
Rolling down my face. A little lighter with each tear, A puddle on the floor, or wiped away. This road I’m walking was never my choice. It took so long, So many days of pushing away, pushing back, pushing through. I am here now. Hear my voice. See my pain. Stop. Was this my choice? … Continue reading Rolling Down – November 16, 2017
Circles – April 3, 2018
Running round in circles, never crossing my own path. Not learning from my mistakes, nor my successes. Maybe not the best path.
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
Life’s Too Short – March 17, 2019
The pain I carry leaks into everything I touch, I want to quit. Feel the free breeze against my face. Cool the heated thoughts in my head. I know life is too short to let it keep dragging me down. Stand up, walk out, and be free.
Her King – March 16, 2019
To my brave sweet soul. The depths of my heart ache for you. Your eyes tell a story longer than you’ve lived. Piercing through the rays of light straight into my belly. Those big brown beauties swell with pain. As they flush your sorrows back into the earth. Where delicate blossoms now surround your feet. … Continue reading Her King – March 16, 2019
Pity Me – March 13, 2019
Pity me. Don’t pity me. That look in your eye tells me a story. Who you are, but not what you want to be. Open your mouth and live. Pity me. Don’t pity me. The energy you send is sharp, But full of want. Pity me. Don’t pity me. I have to look away. Moving … Continue reading Pity Me – March 13, 2019
Distracted by Death – March 9, 2019
I'm scared to death, of death. Not my own. But for him, or for her, or her, or him. All of them live just a moment away. Each day, my heart tightens with fear. They leave on a bus, clinch. They leave in a car, wa-bam. They leave on an airplane, a bike , or … Continue reading Distracted by Death – March 9, 2019
The Reed – September 28, 2018
Strong and firm. Roots stretching deep into the dark, rich soil. Always feeling the weight of the world, Consumed with the swirling breath of air wrapped up around them. Tossed and twisted to other’s pleasure. The Reeds are whipped endlessly. They battle, time and time again, to stand up tall. The whirlwind synchronizes their dance, … Continue reading The Reed – September 28, 2018
The Poker Hand – February 19, 2018
You both were dealt the worst hand in the world. Four different suits. Colors across the board. Not a single pair, and you didn’t throw in. You played the hand, discarding all but one in hopes the flop would be kinder. Looking for pairs, a three of a kind, at the mercy of the stack … Continue reading The Poker Hand – February 19, 2018
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