Tag: mental health

Gossip is of the Cruelest Sort

A few months ago I was taken back by the fierceness of those who I thought were congenial people. I learned otherwise tempered minds absolutely turn into werewolves, hunt down victims and chew flesh, spit out venom like snakes in the grass. Whoever gets killed by their egos, beast or baby, matters not. I will…

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Swim Against the Waves

For my lovely daughter. Always. And Forever. Wow! Yesterday was quite eventful. Not in a good way either. There is a back story to this story that unfolded shortly after breakfast. I was busy writing Christmas greetings to family and friends, realizing how few cards we had received this year. The amount of personal greetings…

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May approaches along with Chester

Chester is enjoying my company this morning. Toby is still in a nocturnal mood, aloof and wandering. Have I mentioned breakfast is served and waiting? It takes mighty willpower to resist tuna and salmon. Thoughts have resonated in the back of my mind since early April when I took a Scrivenor tutorial. Time was spent…

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Authors Note:  I was hesitant to post this as it is spun from a very dark time.   I hope it causes no alarm for those who have been in a similar place or potential harm to those suffering as I write.  Be well. Life, a puzzle, is her mind. A storm brewed -ruminations, day and…

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war

In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes. With courage, horizons come to light. within the inner heart the dark dirt rich in humus capable of birthing crimson petals roots dug deep, layered with decaying thoughts and ill intent. i struggle -war against myself. i promised loved ones to fight on, assured them I’d take courage…

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All that’s left.

In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes. With courage, horizons come to light. Is this a question you ask about hope? A self-proclamation? If you had asked me ten years ago, even sporadically scattered in between the months, my answer would have been emphatic: Hope! Rah! This girl’s sunny disposition has gone hiding, become elusive,…

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Family Story (yours and mine)

Everyone contains a history; hidden and unread. My story means something to me and I write it for me, knowing most of what I have to say means nothing to you. The story is mine but it also belongs to the world (in a very small way). As yours… A found diary hidden for years…

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Seek knowledge of multiple aspects in life; relationships are complicated. I feel a need explain myself, hoping misconceptions do not blur the mirror between our faces. Our breath fogging up the air. Waves are what you believe. Rowing towards another smooth sailing desired frantically head towards the shore. Prepare for the storm learn navigation, obstacles…

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Making the voyage may not be possible. Spreading my wings I fear myself. I feel a shift. I don’t mind. The vivid colors keep me company. You gaze at the bottom of the ocean. Do you see words that give me away? I feel a shift. I don’t answer. The power to talk is never…

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