Category Archives: therapy

On The Boat

For Grandpa Boat Whenever I see a boat, I think of you.I am taken back to summerdays on the water,I think of Minnesota.I smell sunscreen andwet carpet on the houseboat.I think of my grandmother’s presence,her ability to make everyonefeel at home even whenon the river.I think of your black poodleDomie running around.I think of jumpingContinue reading “On The Boat”

Returns

The rush of peopleThe pressureNot to slow others downLeaves me in shamblesAs I race up the jetwayInto the terminal.I stop to catch my breathAnd realize how shallowthe air sits in my lungs.A feeling I knewAll too well returnsWithin moments of movingThrough a spaceI once called home.The stress of travelLeaves me tiredUp thirteen hoursOnly to arriveJustContinue reading “Returns”

To Find Myself

I drive down the roadInto the woodsTo find myselfAmongst the leafless treesAnd cold winter breezeI listen to old songsFlashbacks to my childhoodAlways pop in my headRoad trips to San DiegoSitting in the backseatWhile my dad blastsBob Dylan on repeatListening to a favoriteSong on my iPodIn the living roomMy grandmother sitting onThe couch with a bookIContinue reading “To Find Myself”

Space For Me

My stuff is scattered around this house.It looks out of place, like I’m trying to livein a space not molded around me.I have too many clothes to fitinto three small drawers.The tea I drink sits on the counterin a mixed-matched pile I haven’t organized.Coffee cups are upright on another counterbecause I have forgotten which cabinetIContinue reading “Space For Me”

Memories Exist in Places

I walk up the stairs Moments of coming back Every summer flash Through my mind And I start to cry. The struggle to get Suitcases up and down, The many falls I took, Slipping halfway down Then sliding the rest of the way Everyone asking if I was okay. Little memories I will always HoldContinue reading “Memories Exist in Places”

2 AM

silence enters the night I do not speak I listen to a book and work on a puzzle I lose track of time trying to fit pieces together slowly the image begins to form the harder I focus rain falls outside may showers continue I can slightly hear the drops hitting the roof the narratorContinue reading “2 AM”

Thoughts From Sunday

Poems of love Fill my head Lines I write Keep a list On my phone Tired at night Long days work Glass of wine Red of course Calming down from The white lights Hours a day Ready for bed Linger by fire Write this poem Thoughts from Sunday Shared on Monday I promise myself IContinue reading “Thoughts From Sunday”