If I wrote about You.

I’d love to write about you, the way I once did.  If I could write...   My heart must have weakened, or else I’m just scared these words mean nothing, to face that is worse than being vulnerable. But you know me, I'm going to do it anyway. Made a medicine out of this pain, kicked…

What Anxiety Feels Like.

I haven’t a clue what will come of this, but I have to do something and writing usually helps.   For the past few weeks, I’ve been grappling with the inevitability of my fate – an astute awareness that I will perish and leave my children to deal with life without me. Right now, inside my…

November 1st 2021

These walls confine me as my flesh traps spirit. Alone, in both space and time – all I have are words to pull this from my veins. I pray it is a start. Better than stuck.   How much effort would you give to rip out the parts of yourself that keep you in hell? If…

Just Like A River Does

A part of me will always remain here. For the passing moments, oh maybe two hours or so, I've sat in silence, occasionally rambling down a cement pathway alongside the river. No music, no distractions save wandering thoughts, intentionally present yet too a thousand lives before and some I've yet to live. There is no…

Mortal Once Again

It lingers, and I am aware of it every moment.  A deep sigh escapes my lips, my fingers resisting this, my body screams now with no sound, to stop, insisting instead that I should curl up on the floor with my knees to my chest and weep, if not this – run. Run as fast as…