MOURNING

  The writing seemed wrong Sideways scrawls, tilted Different directions Non-linear and broken A puzzle of cursive loops Waiting to be seen By her eyes But they won’t be Not ever Because Written by her Eyes shut Tears falling She realized the words If connected Would destroy the world She had created All that was…

COME DANCE WITH ME

Written for anyone who is stuck in the dance with anxiety and depression.  It isn’t an easy dance to cut away from.  One of the hardest things for someone suffering from depression is to reach out for help.  Depression causes a person to isolate and feel unworthy of life.  Don’t let depression lie to you……

#BeReal – LISA LISTWA

Written by: Lisa Listwa Blogger at: The Meaning of Me   Not too long ago, a friend told me I was brave. I think the word she said was brave… she admired my chutzpah in posting my whole and actual weight in a group setting focused on lessening our overall gravitational pull. The compliment did…

#BeReal – Sarina Steinlein

Title: Why does the creative spirit dare to #BeReal? Written by: Sarina Steinlein Blogger at: Sarina Steinlein   Why do poets write? Why do artists paint? Why do musicians sing? What is this compulsion of the creatively minded individual? Some will say the reason for their sleepless nights and endless consummation of caffeine is a…

A MOTHER’S COMPASSION

Written by: Amanda Eifert Blogger at: MandiBelle16   When I was about four-years-old, my Mom, my brother Justin, and I, arrived home to our condo after errands my Mom had needed to run. We started to get out of our van when a woman approached my Mother. The woman desperately needed money so she could…

I NEED… REST

Written by: Sarah Fader Author of Old School/New School Mom Inside my body I ache The door is open I stand outside of it The cool draft comes fast faster I feel it I don’t know how to make it stop make it stop I can’t make it stop the wind is so cold it…

HER SILENCE

Written by: Peter Olsen Blogger at: The Razor’s Edge I have no poetry No song No creative thought to help me. My voice…she has escaped. On the long journey away. How I have missed that spirit Who guides every stroke of my pen. That quiet sweetness and angst But alas she has left me. In the…