Let Me Survive

Let me dream through the nightmares. Let me endure through the pain. Let me remember the good times and the laughs that we shared there. Let me resist the hollowness growing inside and the desire to give up. Let me find space, safety, and warmth. Let me see the light shining overhead again. Let me... Continue Reading →

Snow Drifts

Parents trek through deep snow drifts. Leaving footprints like stepping stones. So the children can leap after them without touching the snow. One day the snow will all melt away. The children will have to make their own path. In a fresh batch of snow. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/person-stepping-on-snow-1653689/

Fragmentation

Sparkling fragments lay all over the floor. A million parts of me staring back. An image shattered after hitting the ground. Leaving reflective daggers that can pierce the heart. Hurry! Sweep up the stardust and the tiny shards. Before the bad luck takes hold. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/broken-mirror-in-close-up-photography-10164349/

Rest (Micropoetry)

You cannot rest now, sleepy giant. Do not close your eyes. For the world rests upon your weary shoulders. And rest it never does. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/person-lying-in-bed-beside-window-1572728/

Better

I'm the best I've been but I want to be better. Do I need a better car, better job, better life? Or just a better point of view on all of this? Hoping to be better while avoiding being bitter. Can't cash in now. I have to be a better better. Who is betting I... Continue Reading →

Hero Worship

Built a library of inspirational stories. But left the marble statues at the door. This is a real story both fantastical and horrible. Where the inspirational mentor is revealed to be a monster in disguise. Literature and allegory meets real life disappointment. Be careful which path you walk and which footsteps you follow in. Header... Continue Reading →

Stuck (Micropoetry)

So many voices of people pulling me in all directions. Yet, I remain here. Stuck. Wondering if I'm too far gone. To do something meaningful with my life. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/man-in-gray-long-sleeve-shirt-sitting-on-brown-wooden-chair-5255996/

Quiet Serenity

A storm just passed. The quiet settles in. A moment to catch my breath. A rest stop on the side of the street. A place for travelers to gather. Underneath a fluorescent lamp which attracts the moths. Take a seat and have a rest with me. We can share this quiet moment. No turmoil to divide or... Continue Reading →

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