pain

It had to be this way

There was no other path to take;
This was the only way.

My Favorite Line from Every Song on “Midnights”

I love Taylor Swift’s music. Especially her most recent albums: Folklore, Evermore and Midnights. My favorite thing about her music is the lyrics. She’s wicked sharp with words. I mean. “Oh, goddamnMy pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand” So, in most of her songs there’s a phrase or a turn of phrase…

Deep Once More

I am desert
bones to dust…

No One Can Ever Make You Feel That Way Again

You know better now. It came to me the other night, as all the best thoughts do, while I was drifting between waking and sleep. I am so afraid of the feelings of unworthiness, of being unloved and unwanted, that I often hide in my shell, refusing to take chances. But the truth is that…

Transition

If you’ve never experienced labor, then you have not had the singular experience of going through transition. But transition is the best metaphor for what I am feeling right now, so let me try to explain. Maybe some of you can relate. Transition is the period of labor starting when the woman’s cervix approaches maximum dilation…

Solstice Song

The longest nights have come again, another year grown old; Time slows down as if it also thickens with the cold. Summer’s superfluities have warmer lands to roam, So every soul remaining is a soul who’s truly home. Earth’s tucked in deep and still beneath bright, spangled velvet skies, Or shifting curtain-strings of rain, or…

Love, Lost

Last night I finally said goodbye. In many ways, perhaps, our early loves are always phantoms echoes of what we wish to see tinged by rose-tinted hormones flushed cheeks Drunk on fresh love’s elixir, we pledge our troth to an hallucination bind our hands to a passing dream. At least, I would like to believe…

Cliffhanger

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…

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…

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