AND YET LOVE

Survival means Breathing dust made of glass Heartache like stickpins Racing through veins It means sucking up lava And spitting out shards of ice It’s walking on rusty nails And bleeding out your disease It’s burdening cancerous boils Of sadness and despair As love works it’s magic Making all the hard stuff Worth the surviving

BREATHING ASHES

I think I can safely say, at least here in America, that society is triggered.  And it’s having a hard time finding its way back to a place where rational balance lives.  And who can blame us… we have a LOT to be triggered about. Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes…

#BeReal – LISA BLAIR

My #BeReal guest today is Lisa Blair. It’s a simple enough question, I suppose, for most people. For me, whenever I am asked it, I can’t help feeling a little sad. Thinking about who I am reminds me of who I once was and all that I have been through. I am reminded of all…

#BeReal – Rose B Fischer

The #BeReal guest today is Rose B Fischer.  Thank you Rose!     My father kicked me. Not often but often enough that my heart still hammers if I hear a man’s footsteps close behind me in the hallway. My mother called me disgusting and berated me because my father “couldn’t stand me.” She accused…

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…

UNDERWATER

31 DAYS OF HORROR (Last week of link ups…link post in comments) I keep breaking down; it’s the way things are now Just a series of ebbs and flows, ceaseless movement No way out of the waves pushing me endlessly towards Towards… Towards… Heels digging in as I fight the future; tumbling, falling Marking every…

NO WORDS

  Twindaddy asked me to write yesterday with No Words as the email’s subject line. NO WORDS perfectly described how I felt over the last couple of weeks.  I was stuck emotionally yesterday so I did not write.  I did not write AT ALL and that never happens.  Today we finished a poem that we…

SURVIVING

Please visit this new duet partner by clicking his name below the picture.  He has loads of great photography on his site so, please, go say hello.   Written by Aniket and HastyWords I held to the surface as it moved Hard ground, tilting towards sky Throwing me around carelessly I know, not yet, if…

THE WOODS BETWEEN THE WORLDS

Written by Lizzi and HastyWords The sun trickled magically down Lighting the very tips of my toes Oiling my skin with glowing warmth Glittering in the air between those Canopies of red and orange blurred As my eyes searched for morning I didn’t know; my ears had not yet heard The blackbird’s cry of warning…