Little girls should have big dreams. Always. Because all women are made up of little girls guiding them along the path they always wanted to walk on. ⁃ Notes for my daughter
There’s a feeling I have been trying to place for some time. Something about loss, something about things being irreversible, something about grasping at empty feelings. I can’t trace it. It feels like I run and run and run at it but I can’t hold it, and I cannot understand it. It’s something to doContinue reading “7.6.20”
And when you love me, I hope you love me for the chaos of my mind and not just the canvas of my face.
Like a butterfly A medley of colors A delicate twine of body and spirit A gossamer dream, soft and dusty Beneath the sky of a bell jar Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar
Little girl, little girl, little girl, you have cleansed your soul on the altars of love, faith, duty and despair. Why is your soul still empty?
These skies, they don’t talk to me anymore Not the way they used to This rain that falls, it no longer melds with the tears on my face Grief and relief, flowing side by side I no longer search for hints of happiness in these winds My lungs no longer feel tight. The weather hasContinue reading “Metamorphosis”
Give yourself enough time Give yourself a break You will drift into the shadows of life and that isn’t too bad. The shade will calm you and the darkness will be your friend. “Sometimes, we just need to take a step back from life and take a deep breath; let things be for a littleContinue reading “Repose”
What keeps you inspired? What keeps you creative? What keeps you writing through the good days and the bad? I have always had a haphazard approach to writing. A certain thought or certain mood could spur me to pen a poem or a story idea. Or the rainy weather could get me thinking of somethingContinue reading “Musings – 1.6.19”
“There has to be a way to fix everything a magical glue that sets the world right every broken heart, every broken dream every broken bone, and every broken link magically glued to work right Everything lost found again Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”
And when I have lost my sparkle don’t you worry For I will find my own light All I need is for you to be at my side Ready for the fireworks