Life and death — Life rolls on you’re a roaring steam train just chugging along your rickety metal tracks needed maintenance for years but clocks never stop time never bends Get to work fast pick up your feet you have a schedule to keep lunch at noon under the shade of a tree thirty minutes of wondering what it…

You are never alone. — Sensitive Wonders Has anyone ever called you oversensitive? When I was a kid, I recall being told almost daily that I was “too sensitive.” My parents thought I cried way too easily. Toughen up, they said. Why are you so sensitive was the constant burning question posed to me every day of my…

A fall onto the floor changed it all. — Lukewarm coffee. A half-eaten banana, ripening along with the waning hours of the morning. A sunny, hot 10th of August sort of day. I was sitting at my desk at work, blinded by the fluorescent lights beaming down into my soul. Challenging me to answer burning questions about myself, like…

Life — A sunset symphony sings to the sea melodious golden hues sweep away another day until the symphony fades away into the shadowy chorus of night whose voices sing in silvers and blues

A journey — With carefree laughter she collected sea shells in the sun conscious of the single grains of sand but not yet conscious of the one A blur of sunsets later salty oceans swallowed the shore while lovers swooned under harvest moons a fire slowly ignited her inner core So she blended…

Life — Stormy skies clouds on the rise Fire in your eyes sensing a quick demise bittersweet in a burnt orange sunrise You’re half of what you want to be you see me as half of what I am But soon we’ll make changes they’ll take their place in time and people will have…

Peace — A moonlit hue nights that aren’t old or new shimmering sparkles of light distant memories illuminated but dance out of sight Ripples of water swiftly embrace the shore its echo pierces into your core a familiar darkness implores it’s time to remember your dreams and sit in stillness more

The train — The air was crisp taking a train like this was a risk oddly she felt no doom she knew the train had room The old and crinkled ticket seemed to melt in her hand as clouds obscured the moon scattered drops of rain came as a cool relief and washed away her last remnants of…

Life