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Boats On The Water

I watch boats on the wateras the sun sets the waves causing unsteadinessthe heat of summer has comeleaving me wandering aroundmarveling at how the differenttemperatures make me feelchanges my mental landsapebringing light back intomy days after months ofdarkness I am remindedhow much I love the sunon my skin even whenI get burnedI mistake it forContinue reading “Boats On The Water”

Adrift

This is a message,a reminder to balancewhen you feel adrift.from your bodythat you’ll be steady,that you will find calm,that you will be neutral once again with timeand clarity bringspeace only steadinesswill provide, stay strongthrough these challenging dayswhere reality spins fasterthan your brain can comprehend.You acknowledge the distancebetween your fingers on the keyboardand your mind adriftContinue reading “Adrift”

Growing Up

Growing up is learning how toconnect the mind to the body.These strange days are filled withdelicate daydreams and mind games.I follow the moon but find the sun,listen to the waves constantly telling meto love myself for who I am and how I see,how I am not trying to be someone I’m not,only someone I canContinue reading “Growing Up”

Something So Lovely

You loved your garden.You were always so proudof the flowers that bloomed.So much so you would pick oneto show me then put it ina small vase on the kitchen tablethen remark for dayshow beautiful your flower wasand how extraordinary it wasthat something so lovelycould grow from the groundbecause of your love and care.You were soContinue reading “Something So Lovely”

Tiny Dancer

Lives interconnect with a single song,a classic onebrings back memories good and badwhen moments occurred that were out of their controlwhere destiny calls could not be ignoredrolling down California roads watching the sun fall below the seaa tune comes blasting through space a reminder of what was,what is, what is no longer hereone person’s negativityContinue reading “Tiny Dancer”

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”