The barred doors of the cell of the past and the misunderstood assumptions present in the ones close to the heart insure the cell of the future is to be a sentence of life; For the crimes of memory and resentment is a prison and offers no escape and no parole, And the key is... Continue Reading →
Stepping out of the usual haikus and short poems, I wanted to get something out into the world. I was recently given advice I am not going to take. It was given with the best of intentions and with a giving heart, but it was inherently wrong for someone like me. You see, I am... Continue Reading →
Walking on the road away from the disheartened, wreckage of the past and it's memories and looking at life, again, with eyes on the horizon-- Inside my soul, a need for change and a lust for it's touch, as heated and impassioned as a first kiss at bedtime... I must make this new life come... Continue Reading →
Today I am going to start a new path-- I'm flawed and failing and full of scars but I will not allow those to define me again, not on this new day. I have spent months in hell, and weeks in torments, and minutes in doubt, and seconds in terror... No more today. Today I... Continue Reading →
I call anything From now on That makes me afraid, That keeps me awake at night, That makes me want to quit my Life’s work or worse, my life’s meaning.... Rubbish. I name thee Demon, And thy name is rubbish. You came close this time, Oh so very close, But you failed because I return... Continue Reading →
She lay motionless, my mother… Lost forever in the corridors of her clouded mind; She walked there—unsure, afraid and alone inside… And reached out to me with hands that had forgotten. Dementia came to her as a shroud of emptiness And a thief of life’s lived moments. I sat there with her, when I could…... Continue Reading →
In response to #vss365: I catch a glimpse of my face in a pool of water as I pass through the marketplace.... a nomad covered in scars; I see only a wraith stripped and devoid of identity... just passing along to hide and haunt the shadows of a friendly doorway.
There are paths through the forest; They wind and crawl and, sometimes, hide behind themselves… Twisting and beckoning towards a place where they either vanish; Or lead to a solid wall…. …A wall covered in words that read “regrets”. There are times in the forest; They curl and drag All the while speeding the rust... Continue Reading →