a different perspectiveto see my life from the outside watching the water now watching the land the height of summer the perfect temperature sea-bands work being out on the ocean catching lobsteron the water feeling wavespretty lucky this is my daywith family in the placethat’s always felt like homenow is mine
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beyond the shores
the sound of fireworks echoes beyond the shores traveling inland at the speed of light crowds marvel at the sight oohs and ahhs at each colorful pattern dancing about the summer night sky street lights out eyes adjust to appreciate the gathering celebrating another year on these shores the freedom to be whoever you chooseContinue reading “beyond the shores”
a decade
July 6th, 2014 I posted my first ever blog post. I never imagined that ten years later I would still be blogging. I am so grateful for the people who continue to read my poems every week. Writing has allowed me to find a voice I never knew I had. I am continuously grateful andContinue reading “a decade”
observational view
vintage cars signal the start to warmer weather i walk down the road near the water late in the afternoon the town comes alive in the summer i take in the picturesque moments straight out of my favorite tv show from childhood, including a guitar singer belting covers of retro songs from a balcony. iContinue reading “observational view”
remembrance
We gathered togetherTo remember and celebrate The beloved patriarch Of our family.Stories were shared,Memories were madeAround a camp fireOn a boatZooming aroundThe lake.I took stockObserving my familyIn all differentStages of our lives.
vacation – land
For a few days I slipped away to An alternate reality mirroring my lifeWhere I could take back and reflectWith the help from a good friendHow to appreciate living in the nowWe explored streets, both old and new to me,Sharing stories, watching movies,And reminding me the importance ofAccepting where I am instead of mourningAll IContinue reading “vacation – land”
Step By Step
step by stepI heal thewounds tornopen by traumalaughing aftercrying is thebest kind ofmedicine thebane of myexistence isout of mycontrol all Ican do is breathethrough themoment wheremy brain feelsthreatened whilesignaling mybody to remainstill battlewounds formfrom unsuccessfulattempts I formboxes with mybreathing asI follow thecircle aroundand aroundtrying tostay calmwhile cryingisn’t my strongsuit but I tryand I applaudmyself withtheContinue reading “Step By Step”
Type This Story
The montage plays in my headScenes blurred from realityEarly morning, but my thoughtsSwirl as though I have been drinkingLost in trying to type this storyBefore it leaves me, typing awayInspired by songs filled withRaw vulnerability, the poet of our timeInspired me to write down half thought-outLines on notes that live in the cloudOne day I’llContinue reading “Type This Story”
Audience of One
The shadows of day dimthe light, causing the attentionto be taken elsewhere, tired ofwaiting for the promised showto go on, then failing tosee the final surprise.Too busy talking and runningto pay attention to detail.Audience of one,the statues were brokenbefore the head appearedtaking away the funwhile no one else cared.
Grief is a Funny Thing
Grief is a funny thing.In that there’s no one wayor right way to grievesomeone passing.It’s not a straight line,it’s scattered all overthe place, sometimesit’s difficult to pick upthe piecesto begin the process ofunderstanding the depththat was left behind.If the person was in pain,you’re happy they’reat peace.If the person was wronged,you’re left shockedand angered bytheir exit.EmotionsContinue reading “Grief is a Funny Thing”
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