Everyday For years and years He tells me I am beautiful That he loves me And I believe him Because he’s honest And yet… Some days I need to ask “Do you love me?” And it must be exhausting To reestablish the established To re-utter the uttered To have to tear down walls That have…
The door stands open Just a slivered crack Just perfectly enough To see the universe Swimming lazily by As if on a movie screen Just perfectly enough To feel its icy cold sigh Creep sneakily through On tipsy drunken toes Just perfectly enough To see smiling moons Flirting with the stars And taking it too…
Please welcome Michelle Grewe to #BeREALationships. This post was originally written for the 30 Day Blessings Challenge. A challenge asking you to focus on how a relationship has blessed you. If you would like to participate in the challenge you can find her original post here where you can find a link up to participate.…
HERE WE GO NOW Written by Amy NEW blogger : Out Of The Ashes Of My Life 2016. The Year that I vowed to open my heart to life again. To love. Here we go now. Opening my heart means being open to everyone, and everything…. and that includes being open to the Catholic…
I originally wrote this piece for a Daily Prompt in 2013 regarding faith. It started out about faith but became sort of a letter to my husband. Some things take time to understand fully. Relationships are hard… but should they be? Marriage…to someone who is not of the same faith was the first time I…
I’m inside four walls Locked and bolted Cemented inside Echoes from without Beg to get within As I lay on my back Pondering what’s been And focusing on how I’ll begin yet again Locked and bolted Inside these four walls
My #BeReal guest today is Dawn Daum. This post is proof that the things we do and say really can matter. I continue to search myself every time I read a new #BeReal submission. I am finally realizing just how much of a work in process I am. Thank you Dawn for challenging us to call…
Most days I’m a mess, don’t look at me But that isn’t something I’m willing to confess You’re looking through me, I turn away Not ready to be all the things you hope for me You seem to think I am made of steel But I assure you it’s a complex illusion Scraps of paper…
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…
Inside this crazy acid denim destiny I painted all my dreams on pavement And skinned up both my knees Threads hanging from skies of gold Tangled up like ornamental knots Weave brows to bone I cannot tweeze And I weep into liturgical vessels Wondering how I will ever keep Those who have become my trestle…
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