Rather than facing the truth in my present moment, and understanding how that can help me evolve, I continue to visit the past thinking I can rub salve on a sore that is now a scar, hoping to heal it.
Read moreLooking Back
The marriage hadn’t been healthy since I could remember but we were all holding on to some semblance of what we thought was the thing we had to do; the way it had to look.
Read moreFormidable Ambiguity
There are versions of you that haven’t been born yet.
Read moreGrit, Fiber and Pluck
I have yet to uncover that stone of worthiness that will make me feel most aligned. I still ache to believe in myself more and become this beautiful creative being I know exists. She’s always been there: my own private Stevie Nicks.
Read morePrickly Pair
Neither had the intimacy of others, only the occasional bird willing to explore.
Read moreThe Day I Die
This is not the solemn low drone of letdown, with an honest knowing that life is as it should be. Rather this grief is the long traverse of deep sorrow into a valley, with stumbles over rocks and potential drops that leave you marred for life. It is a graceless fall, crashing along the way, to the bottom of it all.
Read moreTaking Up The Slack
The strange reality is both my parents are gone now, and with that the final hints of true devotion only a parent has for their child. The last of that echo, however faint it became these past few years, is now truly gone.
Read moreGhosted
How can death drive two distinct states of being? That which is a mystery can be quite unnerving and curious all at once. Whatever comes for us, either good or bad, is a connection not to be ignored.
Read moreAny Old Day Will Do
I collect bits and pieces of versions of you I didn’t even know, and somehow it makes me feel less alone, as if an old friend is staring back.
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