Different Springs: The World Is a Maze. {poetry}
The world is a maze. There are only intersections when necessary, and the entrances, once entered, vanish.
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sorrow
Feel Injustice With All Your Senses in Order to Know.
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
Where Shall We Place the Sorrows? {poetry}
It is all you, it is all in you
breathe your sorrows small
love them small
live them small
We know it is a big ask
but you must make room for your sorrow
When It Comes for You: Why Feeling Lonely Is to Be Human.
This is also the loneliness of not feeling seen. The isolation of not following the horde, of not always being understood.
Climbing Through the Crayon Box, Searching for Saudade.
But she is never coming back, and I fear that if I look in too deep, I will find that only emptiness is left. What crayon is going to color that?
Reach Through: On Grief, Love, Loss and Letting Go.
I think often how Life got the seasons all wrong. Brent and I were supposed to bury Mom and Dad. Not the other way around.
Holding Our Intuition’s Hand. {poetry}
We could cry together about life.
We could laugh until late at night
about the ways we handled our past,
that which life brought to our hands.
Dear Melancholy.
Oh, melancholy. How difficult it is to describe you! I write sentences after sentences in hopes of capturing what you really are. The happiness in sadness? The reason behind the whole of life calling for tears? A blissful kind of sorrow? A defense of gloom without depression? A passing grief ...
I Do Have Moments Of Love, Even With My Eating Disorder.
Unlike the two-year-old who doesn't realize how important that answer is, someone with an eating disorder gets it. Gets that if she can just figure out how, maybe all the pain and fear and hatred and sorrow and guilt and shame and secrecy and torment could be gone. And that's all she wants. ...
Loving You To Pieces. {poetry}
You know betrayal and lies, you know defeat and shame
You know pain and sorrow, you know very well how it feels
When you aren’t loved... so your doors are closed to love