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anchor

Writing is my anchorin the sand.What keeps me afloatwhen the ocean of my mindbecome choppy.What tethers meto the planetwhen I’m floatingup in space.The grounding space,the safe place.Giving me clarity in these trying times.Through the lines,I write with messyscribbles. I returnhome to me,again,and again,and again….

Extraditionary Exceptions

I am that personwho will take photos offlowers in shopping storeparking lotsbefore going insideand missing the sun.Appreciation for thebeauty around me,especially whenit’s finite, will nevernot be crucial inmy mind.For it reflects whatI want to see inthe reality we live in,finding the extraditionary exceptions inan ordinary day.

Writer’s Block

“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”

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”

These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around

We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”

White Noise

I end the year feeling achy.This has been a time Filled with much personal growthIt’s hard work to look in the mirrorAnd understand my patterns.Connect the dots of the pastSo I no longer feel numb.My emotions I suppressed for so long.I can be so mean to myself-A subconscious habit that becameWhite noise in my brainContinue reading “White Noise”

Ocean View

I take the ocean view homeLess people, no stop lightsMost nights, the coast is darkLike a stage play in-between actsExcept on nights like thisWhere the moon is fullAnd the view is stunningly clearIn the particular light The clouds hover over the waterLike puffs of smokeThe salt water mirrors the sky onlyWaves adding ripples to theContinue reading “Ocean View”

Christmas Lights Chilly Nights

Christmas lightsChilly nightsLong winded conversations Through telephone callsTrying to make senseOf the complexities Human nature has to offerHow the mind copes In mysterious waysI remain grateful For twinkling lightsContrasting a pale pink skyAnd a beautiful moonBringing me back toThe present when I lose sight