That feeling when you can’t quite feel whatever that feeling is – Like a threatened sneeze, a word on the tip of your tongue, the snippet of song dancing at the edge of memory, A penultimate chord hung with unbearable tension – – but it’s just your soul, too frightened to settle into your lonely…
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You.
Last night I cried. It all became too much; the constant pain, The loved ones who have died, The dire gloom and doom from every side, The heavy chain Of trauma I have dragged about for years. Decades of fears – Of failing, falling, fear itself – rushed in And overflowed my fractured dam with…
Screaming Demons
Someone, please tell me it’s going to be ok. I spend my life…
Finding Magic
Magic is found in the in-between spaces, Dappling the grass at the edge of the trees; Whispering soft in the hues of the sunset, Lapping the line between sandbars and seas, Rising to welcome the mists of the morning, Gently caressing with eventide’s breeze. Look for the sparkle in thunder and raindrop; Look for the…
Breathe
Here, take a breath Come from a mountain High in the Himalayas Take it in, reverently; Savor – Now release, an offering to trees Deep in the Amazon. Rest. In, salt-kissed Caribbean air Warmed, as you, by the sun; Hold that joy, Then out, A gift for the green of Ireland. Wonder – How you…
Forgiveness – It’s Never About Them
Forgiveness is a fraught topic. The Online Etymological Dictionary entry for “forgive” suggests its origin is as follows: Old English forgiefan “give, grant, allow; remit (a debt), pardon (an offense),” also “give up” and “give in marriage” (past tense forgeaf, past participle forgifen); from for-, here probably “completely,” + giefan “to give” (from PIE root *ghabh- “to give or receive”). “Completely given” makes sense…
How to Make Friends
File this one under “Adulthood isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” I don’t have a lot of experience making friends. Most of the time, if I have a friend, it is because they are an extrovert and they adopted me. But if I thought making friends as a child was rough, it paled in…
Butterscotch Memories
The first time I tasted butterscotch I was at my best friend, J’s, house. Her mom had let us make cookies, and instead of chocolate chips we added butterscotch ones. For me, it was love at first taste. Like everything else about J’s house, butterscotch was warmly comforting and slightly exotic. As the oldest of…
You Are Too
“You’re amazing!” “You’re so strong!” “I really admire you.” You’d think I would like hearing those things. Compliments, and compliments that don’t involve body parts, are good things, right? The truth is, I never quite know how to respond. When people say I’m amazing, it feels like they are setting me in a different category….
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