Though rusty, I have found my voice! No fear of ridicule, free from assassination I write and sing to my hearts desire The crypt is open, the walls broken, The freshest air ever breathed surrounds me The bluest sky overwhelms me I cry the tears long kept hidden, my soul refusing to be broken, The …
We had a fight We never fight It was about a sofa No, not really Though you didn’t say It was about money Funds are tight Our worlds are drifting I have my writing And you, You’re scraping a living I love you my husband, I always have But when you jerked away I’m done …
The resolve of quiet tear soaked sheets Does not the ache of painful memories ease My mind wanders restlessly Toward years long gone decisions made turned erroneously How I wish I could undo what once was done I long to hold you in my arms and erase the scars you carry The past I cannot …
Hip, hop, here I go From this spot, My mind a mass Of required tasks But I must write Not for delight But simply because It’s required Every day In any way Pen to hand Is the demand If I am to make “This piece of cake?” Make money My bills a wait For heaven’s …
I had to say “goodbye” today, you said it once before To me when we were young and I was not your type Or so it seemed… And now you say you were shy and unsure and I was so Much more than you ever thought you could have, That’s not the you I remember. …
I can’t focus I can’t think The wanderlust is growing It’s time to go, I feel it so With each degree it rises The winter sun now getting hot My patience is imploding I loved it here Our home away My favorite destination Now with each day I fight my restlessness Homes boarded up Cupboards …
I’m floundering again Too scared to know Where to begin I’m lost in a maze Of confusion Not knowing where To start and where to end. There are so many stories Inside. A thousand voices calling My name. All pleading for My attention.
Why this feeling of anxiety? I’ve been consumed by it everyday As though something is missing in my life I miss having a library to spend countless hours writing Or researching I miss fresh air and sunshine And long to have a balcony to relax on Without the feeling of being pent up In a …
I am lost in the daze of an unfamiliar fog Mentally drained, emotionally depleted and Physically? Restless, yes, I yearn to walk Among the colorful landscapes of my youth, Where reds and golds and browns layered The ground while filling the sky above my head, I long for chilly temperatures and the light of Jack-a-lanterns …
They marched in a line, through the Darkness of my dream, their bodies Engorged as I remembered them, eyes Wide, frightened, reflecting our betrayal, To this day I remember her, her loss I felt so strongly as a child, hearing her Loud, horrified cries as that man With his three stubbed fingers, Forced her onto …
