Synastry: The Understanding

His soul is Like a most gentle sluice of lucid brook water to soothe your wounds. Like the dewy rain drops that dribble into your arid throat like revival. Like the curious bluebird, forever remaining on the fence as he chirps his carefree melody. Then he stops to listen readily and share minimally. A jolly… Continue reading Synastry: The Understanding

Synastry: The Meeting

He appearslike a euphoric ultramarine ocean wavecome to awaken your cynical soul. Like lustrous sapphire river rapids in dreamy eyes. Like sheer understanding as they lock with yours. Working up a summer sweat for the attention of whoever happens to be the luckiest person in the room, His blithesome nature blinds him to the fact that you’re fidgeting with impatience craving the shower of his affection.An infectious… Continue reading Synastry: The Meeting

The Performer

If there's one thing I know about people it's that many of them will go to the most melodramatic lengths to fabricate authenticity. Nobody is without insecurity, and there is a bit of a performer in all of us. But there are many that have a permanent spotlight hovering over them like a halo. These… Continue reading The Performer

Despite, Not Because

They tell me I'm strong. It's true. How familiar, the sound of misunderstanding behind the word "strong" coupled with good intentions. I say nothing or "thank you." It’s widely believed that trauma makes victims more resilient. Trauma doesn't make victims more anything. Trauma takes. Trauma is a monster that aims to annihilate anything in its… Continue reading Despite, Not Because

If I Had A Daughter

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

I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.

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.

Searching in Familiar Places

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

Day Dream Carried Away

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