Fact
I’m still afraid.
Read More FactYA Contemporary Author and Poet
I’m still afraid.
Read More FactSeveral months ago, I stopped writing. I allowed attacks, accusations, and endless bombardment to stall me. To fill my head with worry that my words would be used against me during each encounter. My words. My words hurled as proof of my inadequacies. My lack of resilience. My failures. I’ve decided it’s no longer my […]
Read More HaltedAnd yet, you choose to defend With blind eyes and closed ears Ignoring your Truth. Hope seeps through your fractured heart. Slowed evermore by Should, like Sand, those tiny glistening bits of quartz, clogging all sense Of self. Drawing a line between protecting and sacrificing, Your search is endless and meaningless. Blanketed by Ought, and […]
Read More And YetI’m very excited to share my article published this morning with A Fine Parent, parenting blog, focusing on becoming better versions of ourselves as parents. I’ve loved working with them and being a part of their mission.
Read More Success in WritingRugby is my kind of sport. Damn.
Read More Cuz DamnI spend a lot of time in parking lots not avoiding but really most likely avoiding I spend a lot of time in empty lots early in the morning save for the sad few that park and sit and wait wait for clarity wait for decision wait for answers vast empty spaces have no answers […]
Read More Sitting With The Sad FewCracked pane, lightning splintering jagged edge to edge Not quite shards, Plates hold Balanced New space created One to many Delicate footing Held fast With hope and Sheer will Not quite shards, Rumbling trucks pass by Rattle the smallest piece Loose A glinting shower Of dreams All shards now And an empty Pane
Read More Not Quite ShardsGrateful for friends and nonjudgmental ER staff. Feeling pretty close to my limit, but we’ll see what tomorrow holds. I can take it.
Read More Bring ItI am not a willow
Read More ClarificationIt seems our agreement shifted. And if I wanted to I would. If I believed anything other than the past would repeat itself, I’d behave differently. If I had it in me, I’d be right back on board. But, I don’t have it in me. I don’t believe anything other than the past will repeat […]
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