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…

It becomes my lullaby. The medicinal taste on my tongue. The way it silences the pain. Guiding me to a chaotic sleep. Somewhere between nightmare and oblivion. I do not enjoy taking it. *** It lets me not have to show weakness for once. To pretend I do not need it. So I can reduce…

There are so many moments where you could not experience life. Chances missed because fate said no. Plans canceled or put on hold indefinitely. I know how it makes your heart hurt. The good moments are such an anchor. Keeping you grounded as long as you can look forward to something. A landmark that guides…

All I ask for is a chance. A moment to breathe. Allow healing to rush in. Just a break. To steel myself for more struggle. To let me put up a good fight. So I can grow instead remain stunted. Persisting as long as I have to. A chance to just be myself. Nothing more.…

Only those white walls under fluorescent lights know the full truth. How much suffering exists in humanity. Echoed in unrestrained sobs heard by everyone else present. The lengths that people go to in order to live. Torture willingly accepted out of desperation. The hideous ugly bits shown in fat, flesh, bone and the gritting of…

Back and forth, back and forth. The trees sway with the air pressure in time. Sometimes a leaf will fall plucked before its prime. Back and forth, back and forth. They always flutter before they fall. Probably as the trees hope they don’t lose them all. Back and forth, back and forth. Every one will…

When the curtain comes for me. I feel the urge to push against. To be stronger than the dark. Punching against the fabric creating the divide. I know my struggle does nothing. I never expected it did. *** The goal is not to be difficult. I know it needs to happen. Like a transition to…

What you want is there. Existing where it had not before. Possibly not lasting forever. Take advantage of the chance. Turning opportunity to fate. Move quickly. *** Of course it is not for free. Nothing good or permanent ever comes for free. It always requires work. That is what makes it feel good by the…

You were not always so fragile. Carefully contained in your zone of comfort. Blessed with all life has given to thrive. Unfortunately, life also gives shape. It was not long before you were laid bare. Forced to bloom before you expected to. Made fragile in a beautiful way. Like sea glass scattered on a beach.…

Last week I was somewhere else. A red thread I can follow back through life. How many twists and turns it lead me. It is too bad I can never explore the other paths. Forever just out of reach around a misty corner. The thread has been a part of me for a long time.…