Let the next steps forward be kind A peaceful walk on a blank canvas of snow With sunlight softening the edges of despair Dispelling the illusions and confusions So that only truth awaits. Let this next walk of life be calm The old ways of survival are no longer feasible To our evolving minds, ourContinue reading “Let the Next Steps Forward Be Kind”
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At the Door of the New Year
This door used to be a mirage Floating mockingly out on a hazy horizon Universes out of reach, But I fought my way out of the stagnancy Escaped the impossible chains Vulnerable and rattled but still standing Setting aside my armor for rejuvination. Years have blended into chapters Walls have broken down into debris TearsContinue reading “At the Door of the New Year”
An Unassembled Table and 42,538 Pieces of Hardware
Today I watched my almost 20-year-old kitchen table leave my home It was old, stained, chipping, covered underneath with layers of Disney stickers Evidence of its long and beloved history, weaved into fibers of oak. Now it has left to continue its life with one branch of a broken family To build more history, createContinue reading “An Unassembled Table and 42,538 Pieces of Hardware”
Stepping Stone
No longer waiting for the next step to appear, She finally stood up, shaking off the dust of stagnancy And set to work gathering earth and stones To build her own stepping stone. No starbursts appeared to show her the way No neon signs to illuminate a destination Only the softly persistent pull of herContinue reading “Stepping Stone”
Turning Inward
Cautiously tiptoeing out of survival mode, She saw for the first time since the world fell apart That her soul was aching, So cloaked in fear and haunted by imminent threat She had failed to notice the damage inflicted On the inside. There had been no time for processing, No other option than to keepContinue reading “Turning Inward”
Stretching Wings
I thought the tree was where I belonged Sitting beneath a canopy of branches Nestled up against the trunk of this vast oak Lulled to sleep by the sound of the breeze through leaves. Never dreamed of leaving this sacred space Too afraid of the world outside the shade of my tree Protected from theContinue reading “Stretching Wings”
The Therapy of Words 