I'd be tempted to keep her from society. Not for myself, but to protect her soul. To shield her from the poison that exists in the sharp teeth of the monsters who slither around and feast on angelic beings. Imagine if there was a way to assure that she would remain unscathed, unviolated, unscarred, unburdened … Continue reading If I Had A Daughter
You’re playing piano in an empty coffee shop. I’m sipping on the perfect cup And consuming confectionery bliss With a sparkle of citrus But It’s difficult to chew when The muscles in my mouth Are fixed in the proudest grin. Beaming. You are my piano man. Those magnificent fingers I hold in my hand daily… Continue reading Another Moment
Everyone says therapy is necessary after trauma. I agree but it's not as simple as it sounds. Therapy is not gossiping with your friends or venting to your family. It can feel that way eventually. But therapy is work. Therapy is a mirror. Therapy is difficult often. I run from things that are difficult and… Continue reading I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.
There is a tickle between my toes with every searing step I take along the exfoliant sand as I'm drawn toward the shore. Could that be her slim silhouette in the distance? The sand turns compact and cool. I leave an imprint that pools with brisk ocean. Icy waves shock my ankles as they billow… Continue reading Searching in Familiar Places
A fresh page in a new journal, I want to fill in the blanks with the thoughts you inspire. A best friend, A romance, A release. I'll look at you and feel sunshine golden warmth and hellfire red sins. You ask for my words so I don’t have to wonder if you want them each… Continue reading Day Dream Carried Away
You believe him. Why wouldn’t you - when he serves you the whole world on a silver platter? But be warned - Your euphoria is an illusion It will soon be your head he serves on that silver platter And when that happens, Those that once bore the weight of his world will still be… Continue reading Dear Loyalist by Amanda Roswick
People speak words to me as if the words alone mean something, As if I should put trust in the words themselves. Words are meaningless without action and Intentions are pointless without follow through. Rich, coming from a woman who struggles to commit to anything. Even richer, because I say so many words. But I… Continue reading Meaningless Words
I wish women would stick together all the time.I wish it were that simple.It’s not.They don’t.Often times they have valid reasons not to.It doesn’t mean it won’t sting me.I understand.People are complex. I wish ego never got in the way.I wish it were that easyto say“I’m sorry.”Often times there’s nothing to be sorry for.It doesn’t… Continue reading I Wish