Staying Present
The question, “What in this moment is lacking?” The answer, “Nothing, but my heart is broken.”
Read More Staying PresentYA Contemporary Author and Poet
The question, “What in this moment is lacking?” The answer, “Nothing, but my heart is broken.”
Read More Staying PresentWhen you change your life for the sake of others you must accept that if it doesn’t work, that’s okay too.
Read More AcceptanceI’m really not up for this. To love. I don’t want it. I don’t want to love. I’ll take my pets. My child. My hobbies. Don’t think I don’t love you. I just don’t want to. I want to run away. I want to be gone from this painful place with no light. No kindness. […]
Read More I need to be a rockHow can something so beautiful become so distorted and ugly?
Read More QuestionBig ideas cancelled by Little distractions Disproportionate focus Taking up all my time To want to I WILL WHEN These little distractions, these Sandstorms, deposit layers of sediment To obscure the path and the plan To need to I ACCOMPLISH NOTHING Dunes soon form Becoming barricades, a gigantic something I cannot see beyond AND CEASE […]
Read More Big IdeasA few months ago, I downloaded an article about why people don’t follow through. I still haven’t read it.
Read More ProcrastinationI already know I must search out, cobble together, what I need. It’s not right here, so I have to find it. Does it become more valuable because I have to dig it from the ground? Wrench it from the Earth’s clutches? In the seeking, I learn what’s truly desired. Or is it now an […]
Read More In the SeekingEach mistake is a promise. A strike. Keeping them at bay. No way to allow yourself anything because you’ve created a shaft, a chute, a well, in which you can fall. No action underpinned with vows. No truth. Scaffolding and a beautiful facade. With so many pounding on the entrance; the hollow center shakes. Echoes. […]
Read More Those Waiting To BreakIt’s safest for me to walk in the center of the road, far from either side as I can be. Keeping from what’s real. And imagined. Looming in, creating shadows. Silence, all at once golden and terrifying, grates at my ears.Its full weight pressing me to that white dashed line. Unbearable, like the heavy […]
Read More Middle of ThingsI’m still afraid.
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