Every time I try to write a letter I can find a million ways to better The words I place right on the page Paper and ink, a written stage On which I placate my unrevealed self As if this book was a display shelf Bound, wrapped, unexposed, but true The mysteries held in me, … Continue reading After All This Time
"Try something new," she had said, responding to the unspoken yearning I'd been having for adventure. What's new? I had wondered, constricted by the limitations of my imagination. And bank account. Try something new... I'd been pondering for months what "new hobby" would satiate my thirst. For months, I dreamed of playing the violin, of … Continue reading Try Something New
Do you remember, m'dear Back when you had everything to confront yet nothing to fear Everything to give and nothing to lose Everything decided and nothing to choose? Do you remember when you looked up at the buildings? The skyscrapers? Do you remember when you tried to do it alone? You dug and dug more … Continue reading Do You Remember?
Self-hate looks a lot like self-love. And the only one who truly knows the difference...is... (Scratch that) The only ones who truly know the difference...are...all the ones around you who can feel what you feel. MG
(True story, biographical.) "How do you know you're at peace?" I asked my mother once, in my teens. She told me "when your masculine and feminine stop fighting each other, when you stop fighting yourself, that's when you'll find peace." So I asked, "which side should I be then? Which one wins?" My mother smiled … Continue reading The Women in My Life