The Silver Lining: We See What’s on Paper, but We Don’t See Anybody’s Pain.
I can see people for who they are, past their bad decisions and horrible mistakes. And even after all this pain, I don’t want it any other way.
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Grief, Touching up My Memories. {poetry}
I danced
with joy
with great delight
and utter and complete abandon
Could grief be right?
Could joy be found
among the memories
that grief now tightly held?
Have You Been Drinking?
Some only last a month or two. Some never leave, until they are really gone. Their bar stools passed on. Their drinking days finally over.
Enough Is Enough. {poetry}
Enough is enough.
No longer will I apologize for my beauty.
No longer will I hide myself.
No longer will I fear my body's ability to provoke desire.
The Incomparable Pain of Losing a Parent as an Adult.
I get it why it’s so sad and horrible to lose your parent as an adult. It’s because they were there to experience it all. Your parent, the person who has known you the longest, was there for every milestone you ever had. Sometimes in life one fully doesn’t grasp something until one experiences ...
Open Swim. {fiction}
Thomas was closer now. She could almost feel his breath. She wondered how he had moved so quickly without her noticing.
“They’re beautiful,” Thomas said, “and that’s why. We’re not different. You run here to be quiet. I’m quiet all day because I’m tired of running.”
Charlotte was breathing ...
Depression Is a Dirty Little Devil.
I have a beautiful friend. He has dedicated his life to working in developing nations. He goes to all those places that we read about in the news while we are safely snuggled up on our sofas. He gets evacuated from war zones, forced to leave behind locals with whom he has forged deep bonds. He ...
This Is For The Heart.
This is for the rejected heart, the heart that aches with simultaneous anger and sadness, the heart that slows to the breath of aloneness and change, the heart of impermanence. The unrequited heart. The heart that wants and yearns and breaks.
The Art Of Contentment And Relinquishing Control.
That little voice that repeats every negative thing anyone has ever said about us over and over again? Tell it to shut the fuck up. Have the inner knowledge and strength to say No More, to know that we all deserve better. We've all made mistakes, but we don't have to live in them. Pain is ...
The Wandering Tree. {fiction}
Once, a tree unlike any other grew in the forest. As he grew, his roots dug deeper into the rich soil, his branches reached higher and higher into the sky, and his trunk grew thick and heavy. But as he looked around him at his neighbors of decades — even centuries — he felt unsatisfied. ...