Tag: writings

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 →

Attempts – January 29, 2018

I tried so hard…for you. I put my trust…in you. But now here I am, Right back where I started. Fighting so hard to feel whole. To feel the love through the anger. But you’ve imprisoned me in this space of perpetual conflict. Again, and again I reach out for you. It falls silently at … Continue reading Attempts – January 29, 2018 →

There All Along – January 20, 2018

I see now, she did try. She started sending it to me in droves, I compiled and neatly tucked it away, Not to understand the depth of what she was doing until she was gone. Her love and remembrances shout to me, Loud and clear! She didn’t forget. She remembered every day. She lived in … Continue reading There All Along – January 20, 2018 →

RUMBLE – January 10, 2018

Finally, the lock is rusted and broken. The tears come like a freight train down my cheeks, loud and unstoppable. Cemented in my heart for what seemed to be always. Free to flow like a faucet. Sometimes or most times, they creep up on me. As they still hide in the dark. Waiting quietly for … Continue reading RUMBLE – January 10, 2018 →

I Will – February 10, 2019

As the suns rays prepare to leave this Earth, I feel closest to her I sit, cozy, crossed legged and tucked underneath. I listen to their distant voices dancing back and forth, my life is still. One yells out, MOM! I am quick to answer back. Silence. He has moved on to his next task, … Continue reading I Will – February 10, 2019 →

Free – February 6, 2019

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 →

Oh Child – 2017

Oh child,Your mother is sick.We let you in, but hold you out.She’s going to die,But we won’t tell you.We’ll act the same,Except we know everything’s different. Oh child,We’ll build up walls around you,Keep you safe from the pending truth.If it’s only for a little while,Keep your world spinning smoothly.No need to worry yet, but your … Continue reading Oh Child – 2017 →