Every opinion is a feast For a ready made Come and go audience Applause available No matter the wisdom And we’ve given our kids Hungry pockets They carry the world inside Connection… Feels less connected They confuse being seen For being known Being followed For being loved Being heard For being understood Being kind Kills…
There is a beautiful language That doesn’t need words It is written with heartbeats In our calm breaths In the laughter that echoes In the bone deep warmth Of a love that stays In a world that keeps turning Where clocks tick off the seconds Where people come and go But in the space between…
I have known heat that left marks The kind I reached for because For a moment the pain of fire Was louder than that of heartache But there is a different kind of heat The kind that heals us From the inside out An invisible blaze That doesn’t scorch the skin But warms the parts…
Years of healing has led to valuable insight about growth. Things I’ve been through I wish I could help other people through. Liquid streams of blurry salt Are coating every single syllable Salt shakers emptying on tables After everyone has long left Where ants make hills that glisten From leftover vowel’s discarded They are the…
The words on the door said Only rule: Don’t sit with sinners And it was a room without chairs Just a room full of people Thousands pointing at each other Arms tired Fingers bloodied and raw Stitching scarlet letters Onto wrinkled, worried foreheads Everyone wore one None could read their own They called it justice…
Sometimes the news gets to me. I mean how could it not? I’m trying to hold onto joy but it’s like a slippery trout trying to jump from my hands into a frying pan. Some days I still wake up Inside the ache Of remembering Of something I’d promised I’d outgrow It sits on my…
It’s that time of year again. I am making the creative commitment to blog with the Cheer Peppers #nanopoblano2025 again as I have for the last several years. This year I am hoping to have three new blog posts each week for the next month. Over the next four weeks, I’ll be blending my passion…
The bleary comes To meet the weepy Before sitting down Next to sleepy So I try to find A place to rest Where peace And calm exist But all to often Moody comes With sad To steal Whatever’s left
I was thinking about friendships and relationships and how I gravitate to those who aren’t afraid to carry light into the deepest darks. Those who aren’t afraid of tears. Who help you back up when you have no strength left. People who help you fight the lies and hunt for truth. I fell in love…
Identity changes Melts and freezes Speeds up Then slows Like breath Fogging windows Like rain Catching fire Like milk Becoming bitter Like smiles Stuck like Velcro A robot lost Programming Deleted Identity changes Until I find me Yet again
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