Screaming Demons

Someone, please tell me it’s going to be ok. I spend my life…

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…

Executor

I pulled the plug.  It may as well have been a trigger, Says my heart; I closed the book myself, And cannot mourn.  Some loss is irrevocable; Powerless, you cannot stop The truck, the bullet, Turn back time. Denial, anger, bargaining,  Railing at life and death, Waves of grief, up and down, Washing. But some…

Nightmare Skies

I have lived my worst nightmare  more than once.  It’s just as bad as it sounds, and not.  Anticipation holds more fear; fear holds more pain, and pain more grief, than the nightmares themselves.  Even nightmare skies hold stars. 

Untouchable 

My heart was shattered, Hammered into a hundred shards,Broken.  Now it is cobbled together,Pieces held in placeBy the last shreds of my will, And I hold the world at arm’s length.Afraid that if anyone should get through,Should actually touch my heart,It would crumble all over again.