-
Renewed
Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…
-
Recovery

It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…
-
Tgif

I haven’t been as good at posting everyday lately. It seems time has sped up on me again, stealing the breath from my chest as it runs away, like a mugger with a purse, while I look on helplessly. I cling to the edges of the day, waking at one, then two, then three, thinking…
-
Blessings

Another Thursday rushed at the seams Broken and battered But still full of dreams The shining light Of a centenarian’s eyes Makes me appreciate Another day’s sunrise The slow steady breathing Of a child fast asleep Makes me think about love And how it can grow so deep Another goodbye And another hello I watch…
-
The big questions

Another day closer to the end of the month, nine months down and counting. October will soon be here which is good, as my three year old is obsessed with saying, “Halloween time is here!” Every time it’s dark outside. And it feels as though winter will soon be here, even though the week has…
-
The big questions

Another day closer to the end of the month, nine months down and counting. October will soon be here which is good, as my three year old is obsessed with saying, “Halloween time is here!” Every time it’s dark outside. And it feels as though winter will soon be here, even though the week has…
-
Time in my hand

Time is as fleeting as the sun, Chased away as the seasons turn I hurry and try to catch up Never quite grasping it in my hand What if I could stop time? Just long enough to right the world? Take a breather on the sand, And watch as the seconds pause I’d get up,…
-
Eye of the storm

Some days it’s hard to catch my breath Feeling the air as it rushes by A whoosh and a gust, But not life sustaining Not slowing to caress my face Instead picking me, Into the eye of the hurricane Things from within are calm Still The speed outside blurry and overwhelming I close my eyes…

