Honestly, I can’t handle it. But you will never know it. I know you are not always interested in the honest. You would rather not hear it. For you were never in my corner to begin with. Nothing that I might say would ever make a difference. And honestly? It’s more than I should handle.

I am made out of string I suppose. Wrapped so loosely around my being. Frayed far sooner than I expected. The rest intact wound so so tightly. Moving sometimes feels like setting my own guillotine. It only takes a moment to snap and fall apart. *** I have to keep putting myself back together I…

Out in the yard there are so many little ones. Some brightly colored and others camouflaged. Like little Easter eggs scattered for the enjoyment of others. What is a hen to do? There are so many dangers to warn of. So it moves to a higher ground. Up beyond the reach of all the little…

Thank you for keeping me dependent on you if nothing else. Returning to you time after time. Hearing your wisdom in your words. You know how much trouble I have staying on track. Thank you. Thank you for always being there. For guiding me when I need it the most. For giving me the strength…

Light beams through the windows in the morning. Setting the halls in an unearthly golden glow. As if heaven was descending instead of ascending. Giving a calm awakening to the house. I am rarely awake to see it. I contribute to the silence. Meeting the light with quiet breaths. Curled into a ball to cling…

I do not remember much at the beginning. They gave me medicine to relax. Maybe it is better that way. So I can return to regular life as quickly as possible. Unburdened by memories that will not serve me. Maybe ignorance is better. *** I sit inside a great machine. Light strips strobing like it…

I remember going along a pathway near my grandma’s house. It was a long path back from a park. An isolated area where backyards faced each other. It felt far longer than it actually was because of my age at the time. I would try to peer through the slats of the fence on occasion.…

You will find me somewhere between hope and oblivion. A space as wide as the black between the stars. As promising as the shadows behind your eyelids. Hopeful as the whispers in the back of the mind. I beg of you, please find me. Dig me from the void I have fallen in. I would…

Oh darling, do not fear. I know that these monsters are real but I am here. They come with needles and equipment in the dark of night. When you are expected to be asleep. I will be your eyes during those dark times. Letting you know when it is time to fight. *** Oh darling,…

At what point does summer become fall? Hinting signs of cold times. I know you want to pretend that the cycle has not begun again. I know you will try to fight it. It is in your nature to be a fighter. Wilting into magnificent colors and patterns. *** The line of fall into winter…