Month: March 2017
Save Me
Circles Connect and continue Pass on, pass away, give away, take away The borders become heavier, thicker, fenced As years go by and pain is imprinted And love is gone missing Stay inside the lines Let my longing begin to Deviate And make a softer mark Reflecting my deserving heart Spiral through the years And … Continue reading Save Me
Perfume
Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now … Continue reading Perfume
Before she Leaves
Mom. I'm here. What are you doing? Trying to get up. Why? Because I’m going home. Not today mom. You have to stay here. Tell me what you did today? We visited the neighbors. And that Spanish man. Did he tell you about dinner? He is having dinner with dad. We have to get home … Continue reading Before she Leaves
Courage
Slay
You think you got me this time, don’t you? Sadistic, sketchy, smooth son of a bitch. Pushing me from behind Bashing my face into boundaries I set in stone. Pile it on. Pound my head for the millionth time. You think that will stop me? Pain is my middle name. You forgot about the mountains … Continue reading Slay
Shower Smarts
That sweet daughter of mine… She is my sunshine and one of two people on the earth (the other being by son) that can make me laugh so hard I cry and my stomach hurts. I love that feeling so much! Last night we talked on the phone and I said, “This is how insane … Continue reading Shower Smarts
Discomfort
Invisible Illness
Lets talk about partnership I’d like to let you in on the taboo Your house erupts in flames And spreads around the world Heat wave Work for the mob Just sit at home and practice Call from the loud speaker of the patrol car The entire audience will cry Civic alliance and all The modern … Continue reading Invisible Illness
Stay
I know I changed. That was the point. I lost myself. Stuck in a rip tide, drowning in the dark. Treading water, gasping for air, grasping for life. And you knew I had a choice. Grab hold of hope or let go of living. You didn’t want me dead. Neither did I. Here I am. … Continue reading Stay
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