Turn Around

There’s nothing I can say to keep you from taking those steps . Your shoes are clomping loudly as you stomp down the sidewalk. I say a silent prayer as I watch you huff along the path. You’re so angry and upset. Tears are flooding your eyes. Was there more I could’ve said ? No….

Battle of Wills

Our struggle is endless. Time aides but only in minuscule means.   Change is only possible when one is willing to accept responsibility for one’s own actions. Forgiveness for the hurt that is born by the touch of their hand, is a seemingly improbable action. Forgetting is even more challenging. Though endeavor we will, our…

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

There’s an eerie sense of calm, while entering the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. There’s a silence that could render you speechless. The winds blows, rustling the everchanging leaves. They jostle about, coloring the dull surroundings as they land on grey stones. The stones are from years long ago, a time almost forgotten by most. History calls…

Eager To Roam 

The sharp sunlight  shimmers softly on the fiery brick buildings. There is smoke rising from the chimneys in smaller buildings nearby. The trees aren’t moving,  suggesting there is no steady breeze. The sky is a light color blue, freckled with little gray blobs of clouds. As time progresses further, and I am finding myself impatient,…

Even in The Daylight

Daylight breaks the darkness outside of these six foot windows. The sky lightens slowly,  shifting from a hard deep navy to a soft shallow baby blue. The birds are chirping,  reminding me that it’s getting further into morning. I yearn to go elsewhere but now, for the time being, this is where I have to…

When The Stubborn Branch Won’t Bend …

   There’s nothing. Nothing. You’re set in your ways. Not the wisdom that grows in time, nor the healing waters of Lordes can reach your stone soul. You utter the same words, complaints about the same situations you place yourself in. Yet, you plead for pity, while  you shove the helpers far from your needy…

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…

A Superfluous Dream

Last night I returned to a place that is familiar. My old neighborhood looks the same, only more animated, louder, and more colorful. Jenny was still that chubby little girl bringing me on one of her random excursions. I am 24 years old and find it hard to keep up with her. We whiz past my…

Pacifying Panic

I don’t want to think anymore. As I watch the walls close in and the sounds fade to white noise, I can tell you’re questioning what’s going on inside my mind. Still, with the madness inching outward, grappling for you, you hold me still as I’m uncontrollably shaking in your grasp. You change the subject,…

Tore Down Your Studio

  You paint a nice picture. You’re such an expert liar. You contact me with such urgency, only to bring up the past of me and you. You can’t see I’ve had enough? You can’t see that the person you once new is dead and gone?! I’ve washed my hands of the guilt you imposed…

Night/Day

  It’s the end of day and I’m thinking of things to do. Why do I bother when everything is dull in this place? It seems that as of late, there’s always someone at blame. In this household, there is a messed up puzzle. Everyone is angry and disheveled. Is it so wrong to want…