Until We Meet Again. {poetry}
Do you remember when your arms were my home?
Do you remember when you promised you’d never leave me alone?
Do you remember when you promised?
Do you remember anything at all?
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Macaile Hutt
Anything but Ordinary: What Life Is Really All About.
I was gazing out the kitchen window into the backyard as I heard the laughter of my children playing on the swing set outside.
I didn’t notice anything about the scene I was viewing other than the sparkle in my eyes as I saw myself smiling while I watched the biggest accomplishment this life ...
The Answer, No Matter the Question: I Am Here. {poetry}
For all of the questions
I’m unsure how to answer,
I’ll say the words I can promise forever:
I am here.
The Hole in Your Heart, with You Wherever You Go.
It’s fascinating how quickly the universe is set in motion and how instantly the stars align just right as your loved one makes his or her way into their favorite constellation above. Songs on the radio feel like they’re playing just for you, fortune cookie strips of paper scribble notes from ...
Hope for the Hopeless.
I promise to kiss your wounds and trace your scars and crawl through your darkness just to find the slightest trace of light.
Come as You Are. {poetry}
Come as you are
the Universe is not your guide,
Come as you are
allow yourself to guide the Universe.
A Girl Who Learned to Save Herself.
I’m not proud to say I was the girl that uttered those six words aloud, but boy, am I ever proud to tell you that while that girl is no longer with us, I am the woman that she became.
Thank God for Somedays.
I learned that when we’re stripped to the core, we’re all the same. We all have needs and wants, we all have hopes and wishes and dreams. Sometimes, we’re all doing our best just to make it in this crazy world.
A Baby Grand and Her Rubinstein. {poetry}
Fly me like an aeroplane, floating free from gravity,
Discover me on a road in the stars,
I’m the map and you’re the key