What’s Buried Inside You and Me

Sleepless, Under eye circled gruffness. Emotions unconfessed Misdirected hurt suppressed. The darkness I've seen in men. The shadow leads, Anger feeds Hard, fast breathing Strained neck seething. The sorrow I've seen in men. Whether joy or pain, The intensity is the same, Withheld when awake, But the snore, a roar. I mistake the darkness of... Continue Reading →

There’s Nothing to Fear Except Yourself

Why don't things work out the way I want them to? When does life get fun again? Am I good mother/father/brother/daughter/girlfriend/boss?┬áIs this all there is...the gradual decline...and my inevitable death? How many times a day do you have a fearful thought or worry about something you have no control over? My guess is more than... Continue Reading →

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