Wooden Boxes
He tells me that when he dies He wants to be buried To be still in his skin Remain as whole Remain as one. When he asks me if I want to be buried too I say that I don’t know. I ask him if it really matters. I think Read more
Category: Emotional Health
Are You There? It’s Me, Your Younger Self
Kindergarten. First grade. Second grade. Those were the years that I endured bullying. I remember in first grade, the year I got glasses; I began getting teased. I didn’t understand why, especially when I wore purple glasses with speckles. How could nobody like them? My hair, it was so long, Read more
Bare Bones Of It
‘Don’t throw me to the wolves’, I said but cancer had your brain by then. Along with bone, and skin and hair. I have things to tell you that I couldn’t. I am a late starter, lost my virginity at 18 to the video repair man, in the spare bedroom Read more
After the Murder
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister After the murder, my prayers went something like this: “Help me. God, help me. Please, fucking help Read more
In Murky Water
Beneath the murky water, she stares up at me. Her deceptive comfort lures me in. It’s all become so difficult, I scream. Tears forcing from the corners of my eyes. I know, she whispers, Let it out. Everything I’ve bottled up; held it deep down inside it burns in my Read more
Shadow People
The majestic trees stand silent as their burnt leaves free-fall to the ground. The short season to live and die is upon us. There is no wind to make the journey playful, less somber. The leaves will be stomped on, trampled or simply shriveled into paper-thin nothingness. Some say autumn Read more
Living with “Wild” Gratitude during the Holidays and Beyond
It’s the beginning of the holiday season, and for many people, it is often a mixed bag of emotions. It is a time when we are keenly aware of our relationships with family and friends.It is also a time when ‘high octane’ stress kicks in as we scramble about in Read more
What Do I Do
He’s just for now to take up time and when we kiss I can’t close my eyes when he holds me it’s not like you do oh how I miss every inch of you when I look into his eyes I don’t feel how I used to I can’t help Read more