A Few Good Years

You carry such heaviness in your stride. The pride that chains your heart has turned it cold and hard. Such waste, such want. Believing you can have better you burn your bridges and fill your moats. Gather the last of your battle defences and scan the horizon. For today you are but a mere shadow. […]

write what hurts the most

“Write hard and clear about what hurts. Don’t avoid it. It has all the energy. Don’t worry, no one died of it. You might cry or laugh, but not die”       – Ernest Hemingway Nights are the only thing that brings my soul comfort. The loneliness and stillness that sits in such thick […]

The Rehearsal of Death

I fear getting up every morning knowing that I won’t be able to call my mom. That I won’t be able to buy little silly things for her that would make her smile. Things with kitties, or butterflies or funny books or cutting boards. I dread that I won’t know what step to take or […]