Sometimes I'm no good at writing poems. I tend to lie about what seems to rhyme. Sometimes I am just terrible and can't find the words I have a mean temper when writing poetry. What does that say about me? that poems seem so hard? Sometimes I'm no good at being a Poet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote this poem back in 2014 as part of a… Read More »Mindfulness Monday -No Good
I think about my childhood sometimes, trying to make peace of it and understanding. It wasn't easy growing up with a parent with a mental illness, she just wasn't who I needed her to be and looking at it now, I am thankful that my great-grandparents had the insight to see that when I was born and tried to step in to help. For the most part, I was raised… Read More »Sail away
As a little girl, I played with dolls. I held them close. I promised to keep them safe. I sang songs I made up in my head. I made up a world that I would one day wake up to when I officially “grew up.” That world was filled with a loving family, traditions passed down from generation to generation and honor. I would right the wrongs, I would defend… Read More »Bartering for a fairy tale – Life Lessons
I should tell you what exactly the 9’s are. The 9’s are 19,29,39,49 ect… that year before the big change in your life. That year when you try to wrap it all up and make it look like the last 9 years you spent doing something lasting and memorable, those are the 9’s.
When I close my eyes there is a brief second that I can almost feel you. So I close my eyes often, hoping that if I do it enough there will be a whole minute in the day when I don’t feel this thing that I do now. People walking by might thing I am sleepy and need a moment to rest my eyes, they can’t know that I am… Read More »Lost