I feel like a chicken bonePicked clean of mySkin, fat, and muscle.Picked apart, but there is still meat on those bones.I find myself writing little lines of prose here and there; with a sharpie on the calendar, in the notes on my phone, on a scrap of paper found in my purse. Because even though … Continue reading Bare Bones and Wordy
Garden
"Got a garden of songs where I harvest all my thoughts / wish I could harvest one or two for small talk."Ani DiFrancoAll the thoughts, thriving together.I have a lot of thoughts, just sitting in my garden. Are they seeding and rooting and growing; or are they simply rotting? I do not know. But I … Continue reading Garden
Deleted
I got deleted. My words and intent and heart... deleted. Again."Fell off the jet way again."When I was younger I got deleted a lot. I was told I did not remember properly. Or that I just made things up. In adulthood I was told the person just simply forgot the things they made me endure … Continue reading Deleted
Bitter Girl
"The butter melts out of habit/the toast isn't even warm."Ani DiFrancoOh, Ani. She has so many words to express my feels.I have been making it a habit to have ten minutes of silence sometime throughout my day. Ten solid minutes where I purposely shut my mind to my extraneous thoughts and to-do lists. Oftentimes a … Continue reading Bitter Girl
Daydreamer
I'm a dreamer. An all out full fledged dreamer. I want what I may never have. A few dreams are too deep for me to express to anyone but my husband and God. They are so deep they hurt to have... yet I still dream them, almost defiantly. When I first became an adult and later … Continue reading Daydreamer
You.
I have a list of things to do. And yet I am here, compelled to write by that driving force within me. I want to talk to you, my dear reader. I want to tell you how proud I am of you. You are living. You are alive and breathing and I am amazed by you. You … Continue reading You.
Just a Poem, No Pictures
ContradictionFrustrated, agitated, empowered.Doing brave things while frazzled to my core.Bound up and purpose filled. Paralyzed and constant in motion. I live, endure, and do the things. The voice nags it is never enough. That voice is a liar. Always enough. Enough. Always Enough.Never the nevers and always the evers.Forgiven and a forgiver. The fist clenching … Continue reading Just a Poem, No Pictures
One Brave Thing
Do one brave thing today. One. One day after Christmas I finally decided after being awake a while to sit up in bed and make my feet find the floor. Sitting there, folded over, and wondering how I was supposed to get up and take care of my kids. How I was supposed to get dressed. … Continue reading One Brave Thing
Pearls
pearl /pərl/ noun1. a hard, lustrous spherical mass, typically white or bluish-gray, formed within the shell of a pearl oyster or other bivalve mollusk and highly prized as a gem.2.a precious thing; the finest example of somethingHere we go now...I love Fiona Apple. Especially her early years. Lyrics and music that mirrored my sense of … Continue reading Pearls
Exposed
I dreamt tomorrow will have a prettier face. I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say. . . 'Cos that day, never should have taken place. . .Poe, "That Day"Y'all. My chest feels split open wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. And I cried so hard last night that I nearly vomited. The grief, the injustice, the … Continue reading Exposed