Reaching for something

Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark.  Searching the unknown.  Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing.  Searching the darkness for anything.  A string. A cord. A hand. An idea.  Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”

Not my home

I sit here staring at a computer screen; this world is not my home.  Traffic flows past my window; this world is not my home.  I flip over to read the headlines: body shaming, violence, natural disasters;  this world is not my home.  There’s an emptiness inside me that burns; this world is not myContinue reading “Not my home”

Inconvenience 

I never knew what an inconvenience was. Watching. Listening. Hanging from the wall.  “Inconvenience,” there it is again. What is that? Day comes. Day goes. Night comes. Night goes. People in. People out. Though at night, the flow is much lighter. Day comes. Day goes.  People talk. A LOT! They talk about the weather mostly.Continue reading “Inconvenience “

It feels-

like a pebble in your shoe. A morning without the dew.  Sand between your toes.  A dull ache that forever grows. Loneliness that burns brighter than the sun.  Heart, mind and soul eternally a pawn.  Each thing of beauty, a constant reminder that we are not a skillful finder. The moon, stars, a flower thatContinue reading “It feels-“