The ways in which I viewMy reality come to the surfaceWith each new day.Some days are heavy and I learnTo sit instead of resist the wayIn which my mind has learnedTo operate, the protectionsIn place to keep me saneWhile I wiggle room to danceIn the madness of my mindUnder the stars and screens.Some days areContinue reading “Faces”
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It’s Happening
Spring has finally arrivedonly took a month to makeher debut in this humble year.I embrace her fully as shesaunters into the day as thoughshe’s not held off her entrance,leaving us all freezing forfar too long, leaving us questioningif she was ever going to show up.But she does and we thank her for it,the birds singContinue reading “It’s Happening”
Green Eyes
For Jimmy I fell in love with your green eyesthe second I saw you.I watched their vibrancy fade overthe years but my love for you never did.You were a constant light inmy life, a source of comfortwhen everything felt unsteady.Your patience with your reality,especially with the cat always stickinghis foot on your foreheadwas unmatched.I admiredContinue reading “Green Eyes”
Bed Ridden
The crystals in my left ear kept me in bed for three days.I hated screens, movement, and the reminders of life outside my room. I sought comfort in the sound of my fan on my dresser and the darkness sleep brought, which was more often than not. It’s the only way I could feel comfortable, drifting off into sleep, avoiding all signsContinue reading “Bed Ridden”
One Week
I’m writing thisfrom a placeof clarity,the place I get to beone week a monthor 12 days if I’m lucky.The haze had cleared,the spirals have settled,I can pinpoint my feelingsand work through themin more balanced ways.I’m not swinging from oneemotional extreme to the other.I don’t take things as personally.The lens I look atmy life throughisn’t asContinue reading “One Week”
Parallel
There are different sections of time all happening at once.They run parallel to each other, living indifferent time periods.Past, present, future.All aligned to run and function at different times.The rivers flow but never collide.Fiction predicts the future shown in the past.What has happened hasn’t occurred and is currently present.
Fades To Blue
There’s light in the darkness,you just have to find it.When everything floats away from you,you can’t focus on anythingbeyond the buzzing sound your fear makes in your thoughts.You float away in your daydreaming,you stay there for years without seeing.It becomes your norm overnight,you follow the phases of the moon,count on one hand the shooting starsyouContinue reading “Fades To Blue”
Kaleidoscope
I drive down snowy roadsalong the coastlistening to chappell roantrying to stay warmtrying to stay sanein these monthswhere the sun doesn’t shineand snow drifts into pilestaller than me
I Breathe In Patience
I breathe in patience,I breathe out worry.I inhale good emotions,I exhale useless ones.I hold onto the little I can control,I let go of the rest.
Ring of Fire in Winter
I watch with bated breathon my phone of images of LAgoing up in flame.An eerie glimpse ofthe future is here,when the city of starsbecomes engulfed ina ring of fire,it leaves me wonderinghow climate change willimpact life going forward.It doesn’t snow in New Englandthe way it once did,strong winds move throughthe winter months withan occasional dusting.TheContinue reading “Ring of Fire in Winter”
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