JUNK HEART

  It wasn’t the first time Her heart had been broken But it was the first time Her heart felt like junk So… She told the boy to keep it Because she knew, never again Would it ever beat the same  

FINALLY HOME

I originally wrote this over a year ago but it never stops being true.  It may be the one thing I have written that has remained so constant. Surviving depression is a journey.  You never quite feel like you are in complete control of who you are or where you are headed.  I used to…

OVER EXPOSED

I really can’t even believe I am writing this post… My heart hurts every time I see someone end their life because they feel shame.  Young girls and probably boys who trust too easily and crave love and attention are caving to the peer pressure to send boobies… or more.  Today, no matter how much…

THE BEATEN PATH

Robert Frost asked me which road I’d take And I looked at the yellow woods pondering Before noticing he, as well, was wondering Once started, once decided, once planned We would be either on one or the other And we would either be alone or together We sat and conversed in lengths and lengths The…