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Hold’em high

Soldiers march across the great divide, holding up their torches high. Fighting back the encompassing night.  They march shoulder to shoulder, across the sky. They cannot win. But still they fight.  Each year their numbers greater.  More torches bring more light. Some are broken; can’t hold their torches straighter. Others march with all their might. Continue reading “Hold’em high”

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”