About-Face

I remember when you left for the first time. I was ten years old. I had to call the ambulance and watch you unconscious and vulnerable. For the first time, I saw you, completely helpless. I ran up to my room and hugged my oversized ragdoll. I cried into the flowery bonnet, hugging the doll…

By Winter’s Hand

In the distance, white fluff is powdering the cold crisp grass. The trees are bare and vulnerable to the icy caress of winter’s fingertips. The winter always held magic to me. The way the surroundings appear, so cold and beautiful. Memories dance in each snowflake. The memories contain promise, anticipation, and love. I remember spinning…

For Your Interpretation

I left. With one foot off the last step And my hand sticking to the railing, I let my foot touch ground. This was a new beginning. But I was scared. For so long, I have tried to live like everybody else. I tried to keep my outbursts in check. I tried and failed again…