To Be Here

Under a tree, its leaves rustling in the midnight breeze

On a swing, dangling above the ground with the child in me

Near the ocean, watching the hypnotic waves cast the taste of salt in the air

Counting the stars, infinity played out before my eyes

Loved by the moon, lighting my world in the darkest of times

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Breaking Point

The stress, hurt, and fear piles on creating a jagged mountain of distress. Then, all it takes is a feather landing on top or a whisper of breath for it all to come tumbling down.   The taste of blood in the back of my throat, a raging migraine, and my heart beating out of my chest – the consequences of holding it all in for so long.  Afterward, there is clarity and motivation to carry on.
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Good Question

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He Sleeps Soundly

How can you sleep at night?  We hardly sleep at all, yet I suspect you sleep just fine. Afterall, you never did anything wrong, and these memories we all fight so hard to resolve are an elaborate fabrication.  What a lovely, fantasy world you in which you dwell.  Beware, for it will all crumble down eventually and when it does, we will be stronger than ever.  Relish your memories of when you had complete power and control over us because those times are extinct!

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“Black Days”

One “black day” is manageable, most of the time.  Many of them crammed on top of each other can feel insurmountable.  These “black days” have been plentiful recently, and respite is nowhere in sight.  Instead of feeling desperation and defeat there is numbness.  Even anger is unable to be roused leaving a sense of complacency and acceptance.  There is still hope for the seed of happiness to sprout and grow, but for now, it is firmly buried under the weight of too many “black days.”

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