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”