I got your message from this phone number in March. My heart, it did not parch. I prayed. And I prayed. My emotions, it did not stray. This has been building since I was 10. Do you remember what happened then? I tried to tell you about ‘Cinderella Syndrome’. But it went over your dome.Continue reading “What lies at your door..”
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Down the rabbit hole
I stand on the edge. Knowing. Seeing, down the rabbit hole. ~ My emotions. My life. My current state of being, looking down the rabbit hole. ~ I know it’s dark. I know it’s dangerous. Damaging to my body and mind, inside the rabbit hole. ~ The darkness is deceiving. The darkness is inviting. AContinue reading “Down the rabbit hole”
No name for you
I have this feeling I can not name. Anticipation? ~ Something is waiting just over there. But I can not see it. ~ Something is just out of reach. Right there. But I can not touch it. ~ Something is lurking in the shadows. Nothing dreadful. I can just taste it. ~ Something is closerContinue reading “No name for you”
Waste not. Want not: fine china
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
Fever blister
💕 Love
Haiku challenge Love Everybody wants Just once, few will truly feel Loves lasting linger Haiku challenge love 💖💖
Burn
Burn I’ve had to drink nasty stuff because of you. Burn I’ve been strapped to a table and spun around because of you. Burn Thought I was having a heart attack 3 times in my life because of you. Burn Over the course of my life, I’ve had 2 stress tests because of you. BurnContinue reading “Burn”
Who is that woman?
Panic! A stranger. I’m alone. Camera froze? That stranger is me.
Now what?
Now what? I’m in the car, now what? Should I start the motor? ~ Think I’ll just set here. What now? I would have gotten dressed for nothing. ~ Should I stay or should I go? What now? Start the motor. ~ Put it in drive. Pull up to the edge of the drive. NoContinue reading “Now what?”
Waste not. Want not: tea bags
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
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