Poem
Scratching out wordsno lines want to rhymejust ink on paper. Thoughts slipping pastthrough time and etherjust ink on paper. Happiness and despairflowing freely togetherjust ink on paper.
A Knot
There is a knot in my stomach every time I sit down to write lately. It is almost a fear, but I am not sure what I am afraid of,…
Happy Mother’s Day
I miss you Mom. This is the first Mother's Day without you here and I miss you very much. The pain of your passing is still too raw and the…
Some Days
Some days are filled with nothing but pain. Physical or emotional the pain is real. Together they are a damn burden. Sometimes the burden just feels like more than I…