Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Friday, June 09, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
A Morsel at the Time
He fed me sweet morsels, like vanilla cake that melted in my mouth and nourished my cravings and always left me longing for more.
I followed his trail of sweetness and let it lure me in.
Each sweet indulgence from him was a precise and planned intent; a conditioning, a priming for his ultimate destination.
In the end I was left without a morsel of dignity.
I followed his trail of sweetness and let it lure me in.
Each sweet indulgence from him was a precise and planned intent; a conditioning, a priming for his ultimate destination.
In the end I was left without a morsel of dignity.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Standing on the Edge
I was standing on a cliff with my toes hanging over the edge.
He walked up beside me.
We stood there in comfort and ease.
I stopped looking down and looked up
at the horizon. I saw beautiful colors, birds happily flying
and felt a warm glow from the sun.
He placed his hand on the small of my back and
said " no one will ever love you like you want to be loved."
Then he pushed me off the cliff with no regret.
He was truthful and merciful.
He walked up beside me.
We stood there in comfort and ease.
I stopped looking down and looked up
at the horizon. I saw beautiful colors, birds happily flying
and felt a warm glow from the sun.
He placed his hand on the small of my back and
said " no one will ever love you like you want to be loved."
Then he pushed me off the cliff with no regret.
He was truthful and merciful.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
A Faint Whisper
When you left it was like a whisper that I faintly heard.
I caught the smallest glimpse of you
as you flew away.
I never tried to seek you out , I never tried to pull you back in.
I started sleeping on your side of the bed. Somehow it seemed the right thing
to do. I filled up the space where you once belonged. I filled it with my being
that is like a whisper that I faintly hear.
I caught the smallest glimpse of you
as you flew away.
I never tried to seek you out , I never tried to pull you back in.
I started sleeping on your side of the bed. Somehow it seemed the right thing
to do. I filled up the space where you once belonged. I filled it with my being
that is like a whisper that I faintly hear.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
I went to the pharmacy yesterday. While I was standing in the drop off line I noticed a man in another line at the other end of the counter. My first thought was...hmm he is just my type. A good age ( younger than me) , baseball cap, moustache, stocky build and a bit of a tummy which I am sure was not from beer but from biscuits and gravy which is totally accceptable. I looked at him much longer than I should have so I tried averting my attention by looking at the Dr Scholl's arch supports and corn pads. When I looked back at him he was staring at me...just thee way I was staring at him...perhaps his mama told him all fat girls can make biscuits and gravy. It wasn't until I was walking away that I noticed he was standing in the "pick up" line. An opportunity missed.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Let Me Lift You Up.
Let me lift you up
so you can see every thing so very clear.
Let me lift you up
where the air is as fresh as a spring rain
and you can breath deep and care free..
Let me lift you up
so the sun can shine on your face
for all of your days and the moon will
flow over you like a blanket of peace.
Let me lift you up
to keep you from harm,
and give you a safe place to rest.
Let me lift you up my love.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Sunday, February 05, 2017
Receive and Release
All good things that come to you receive them with love.
All good things that are taken from you release them with compassion.
~ I wrote this post not knowing how soon I would have to apply it. And not knowing that the compassion was for myself not for what was lost. What was lost will just keep traveling on. As for me...I am the little girl left standing in the middle of the road with compassion her only healing source. Even so, it will not come easy. It never does.
All good things that are taken from you release them with compassion.
~ I wrote this post not knowing how soon I would have to apply it. And not knowing that the compassion was for myself not for what was lost. What was lost will just keep traveling on. As for me...I am the little girl left standing in the middle of the road with compassion her only healing source. Even so, it will not come easy. It never does.
Monday, January 16, 2017
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