Forest Gump

Reading has always been like music to me. I could close my eyes and see the words hovering above me in the air…taking shape into the story,character’s laughter weaving spells around me, landscapes enveloping me…so it’s no surprise that I would use it the same way most people use music; to help process. There are…

Some who wander are lost…

  All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.   But some who wander are lost..and I count myself among them for now. It’s been a tough month; Mother’s Day brought up a…

Mornings

My own tears woke me up this morning. Violent and unsettling. I was dreaming of her again and I let myself find comfort in a lie I can only tell when I’m asleep; that she’s available to me in a way that I could recognize. It usually starts with me trying to call on memories…

Love, Loss and Adulthood

I wonder how long it will take for me to forget her?I remember the way her arms would wrap around me. As I grew taller our hugs changed, she would have to use my height to steady herbut she always enveloped me  Now I’ve started to forget and remember.She smelled like home and took some of my…

Faithfulness of Mind

Sometimes it takes more than a firm hand to correct a wrong. Sometimes it takes a glimpse of what you’ve done shown in the tears of a lover. I never wanted to cause you pain and here I am hurting you. I never wanted to be this torn from you. We’ve put ourselves in this…

I miss…

When you miss someone, what is it that makes you ache? Is it the big things like them not being around you or is it the little things…like the way smelled after a shower?

After D, Before F

How can I show you the other side of me? I am scared, alone, broken and battered. You wouldn’t recognized what’s inside, the dark void of blackness that threatens to swallow me whole, the wild unkempt madness that lingers, that abides by no known rules. I struggle to maintain the me that you know, what…

In search of a Father

My father and my Mother got a divorce when I was too young to remember, growing up I had my grandfather and plethora of male influence, father figures if you will but I was conscious that there was no one I could call daddy, no father daughter time, no secrets between us, no special talks…