Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Put it down, they say. Enough is enough, they huff. I am mad, because I am sad And I just don’t have any energy today. To be there, like I once was.
When you're angry, you nitpick. That can lead to trouble. Or worse yet, regret.
A bad mood Surrounds me, Like a warm blanket. The rays of light try to penetrate my cover.
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.
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
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