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Regret

Summer sun slips Beneath a field of blue And with every star Comes memories of you Wind pushes through, Branches packed with leaves I’m lost in the view As each part of me grieves The moon shines bright, Bathing me in it’s glow Lost in the night I wonder, do you know…

Jumping In (Again)

You may have noticed (or not), that I’ve fallen behind on my posting here. Last month was a very busy month for us. March starts with my husband’s birthday, less than 2 weeks later is our youngest daughter’s birthday, and exactly a week later is my birthday. It’s safe to say we’re pretty partied outContinue reading “Jumping In (Again)”

Cloudy Skies & Burnout

I, am tired. When you get down to it, we’re all tired. The last year has pushed us and pulled us in so many different directions that it’s hard to know which way to go next at this point. Do I focus on work? Do I focus on projects at home? On hobbies? I feelContinue reading “Cloudy Skies & Burnout”

Conflict

You feel, Like Home And- Like pain All at once

Inside

My lips are numb From speaking The same words Over and over My head pounds From trying To reason Again and again My heart aches From feeling So alone Day after day

For Women

I like to imagine A world changed Without glass ceilings A system, rearranged I like to imagine Our daughters freed, From limitations That held you and me I like to imagine These aren’t dreams And the world may be Better than it seems

Lost

I walked in Thinking I knew Where I was going I thought I would lead you There That I was right Each step in I went further Past Where I should be Turns out, I never knew I was lost too

Dark

Sunlight tipped My fingers Slipping through, Open space I couldn’t Hold onto The sunlight New darkness Still follows Every ray, Snuffing out Leaving me Cold, alone Without light

Someone Else

She always walked With trepidation Caution, kept her From using Her voice She never thought That her words mattered Nothing, held her But thinking Those thoughts She found herself Suddenly changed Her life, shifted Once she knew To speak For someone else

Stare

Creative Journal 2/18 I stare. At my hands, at the desk, at my reflection. I stare out the window and I wonder, where will I go? I stare, trapped where I am by myself. Trapped by comfort just as much as fear. What if I can’t come back, what if I don’t like where IContinue reading “Stare”