Finding Peace
There’s a rhythm now,in the way we movea quiet call and responseas natural as breath,shared between us in every momentas we compose our song together. Your hand finds mineand the chorus kicks inSometimes a big band number, sometimes a gentle symphony,depending on the context of our heartsand the surrounding notes of our lives I feel … Continue reading Our Song
How those fingers stroke my cheek,So lovingly.Without a need to strike or reach-No plan to pinch or scratch.That subtle skin to skin contact,Filled with desire, anticipation, and communication.I crave it in the evenings,While sleeping alone,feeling around the cold side of the mattress for home. I crave it in the monotonous tone of my workday,while responsibilities … Continue reading Stroke my Cheek
The words sit in my chest like a lead weight,pulling my lungs so close, I’m gasping for air.The betrayal wells behind my eyes,and my throats aches with the effort of maintaining control. My thoughts go wild with confirmation bias,noting every moment and every action that proves what I’m too scared to say.Guilt and shame raise … Continue reading I Don’t Trust You, Anymore
For so long, I knew only a kind of seasonal love - one where stormy tempers coated our vibrant branches in ice, suffocating the leaves and petals yearning to thrive. My roots lay frozen, sealed in a harsh grip of cold, waiting for the sporadic warmth of spring to allow for a fleeting kiss. Each … Continue reading Welcome, Spring
I’m alone. Slow and steady, from my stomach, through my heart, through my throat and out of my eyes. Waves begging for something I don’t know how to give. Why are you back? Why are you bothering me again? I’ve eaten, I’ve slept, I’ve walked, I’ve talked, I’ve worked, I’ve cleaned, I’ve thought so deeply … Continue reading 4/20/2023
Chalk lines on pavement once meant hopscotch; now, they outline the bodies. Orphaned backpacks of bulletproof fabrics litter the vibrant halls, while the children line up in clouds to get fitted for angel wings. On the wall: "NOTICE: Heaven is running low on size '7T'" A little girl wonders if they come in a pony theme... As a nation, paralyzed … Continue reading Unchanged
The leaves fell slowly, at first. So slowly, it was hard to tell what was happening. I only knew they had fallen because every time I looked back, the branches were a little more barren. Over time, though, so many had come to litter the ground that they practically paved the walkway. Once strong, vibrant, … Continue reading Like Leaves Falling
The world moved around her in a way she could not follow. Friends spoke, children laughed... But she sat alone, smiling back at curious gazes, trying to exist but fading.
I let my guard down, to be replaced by another’s secure arms in an embrace that felt as natural as falling in love. In that moment, a star shot through the sky as if to say, “I’m here for you.” For the first time in a long time, I knew I was where I should … Continue reading Here for You
I don’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise. At least, not from somewhere other than the I5 freeway. Was I with a loved one, or all alone? Did I plan on that memory lasting forever? I can’t imagine thinking I’d forget it as thoroughly as I have, much less planning to. Likely, I … Continue reading On Memory – 2
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