Thought Salad

Tag: life after death

  • Northern time

    Northern time

    I was a new grad out on my own terrified by how much I still didn’t know I told myself I could look things up ask for help; Using bandages To mask my insecurity The reality was so different Initial terror faded in the face of hectic days, sleepless nights. Patch jobs, transferring patients elsewhere…

  • Hands

    Hands

    Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…

  • Broken

    I’m a well-oiled machine Except Parts are falling off Beginning to rust Overloaded Burnt out Struggling to hang on Emotions threaten Drowning out the light Burying me under The sky grows dark

  • Flowers in the Foyer

  • Overcoming

  • Carpe Diem

  • Easter morning

    Easter morning

    The Easter bunny is shy mommy, And doesn’t like to talk That’s the reason she runs away Before the light is up She wants to share her chocolate But has so much to do So she goes and hops away Before the night is through Kids devour their chocolates Until they feel rather ill Then…

  • Rebirth

    Rebirth

    The sun confronts a blade of grass Sparring with the dew; A robin leaps, its prey in sight The earthworm in danger new The coldness of the night is past As light replaces dark Life awakes on a sleepy earth Amidst winter’s landscape stark Spring is here; hear, hear, rejoice! Life begins to grow Easter…

  • The journey

    The journey

    Pounding head, Racing heart Knowing less Than at the start Each day I fight the fight Wondering if I’ll reach the light Darkness sinks Me down again All I need Is at the end When the journey’s rough The way is clear Soon the shadows Disappear At the end A new beginning If only strength…

  • Vortex

    Vortex

    It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun