I lay on my back. Sunlight filters through the window blinds onto me. I’m laying on my bed receiving medication. The only sounds are from a clock ticking away in my room and the birds outside. Calm. Patient. Waiting. I fiddle with a rubber band in my hands while I wait. It could have been…

There are two roads in life. Winding over the rivers of choice. Twisting around the mountains of consciousness. Doors that both have a set direction but no set destination. With very few signposts. Under un telling clouds. *** The first path is of the self. Paved with comfort but only in one direction. Trying to…

Both “it’s up to me” and “it’s my choice” are similar but different. Cryptic twins that have wildly different personalities. Scary and innocent. Same spirits but different hearts. Acting in the way they see fit. Be it wrong or right. *** “It’s up to me” is the more happy of the two. Full of power…

I am greater than words on a page. Diplomas and documents simple keys but not the door. Black and white too one dimensional. Lines too straight and without creativity. Those keys are just accessories meant to be used as needed. Mine to choose from. *** Physical or mental limits are not the door either. The…

The gatekeeper blocks the path forward. Wider than logic and taller than what should be able. There is no way around them. Armed with self crafted policy. Guarded by an inscrutable helm that indifferent eyes shine from. Ears unhearing. *** The gatekeeper demands a toll from all. For some it is unwavering submission. Circus hoops…

It stands as a magnificent shell. Echos without sound. A place abandoned long ago. Hollow in spirit past the point of recovery. Rotted while still standing. Sorrow without feeling the tears. *** Secretive corruption. Worming its way through all that would be good. Hidden behind a facade of what people look for. Taking over any…

I reach out not for me. To support. To build back up. To show care. To simply check in. I reach out to fill a gap for someone else. *** I keep watch but not for me. Those tiny differences in the behaviors of others. Those possible dangers in the environment. Those hazards that threaten…

There are two types of people. And two types of sand at the beach. They both visit the same beach. But have wildly different experiences. What works for one person, may not the other. They have different needs. *** One type of person hates the black sand underfoot. It burns the skin as they hurry…

A kettle left to boil will eventually damage itself. The water will evaporate with time. Set to work until the final goal is null. Overheated and burnt. Unable to be used again. Needing repair before recovery. *** I was once left to boil. Energy thicker than molasses. Inspiration drier than the kettle. Continuing to try…

Everyone has a red line. A boundary drawn with deliberate hands on white paper. Handed to us by those that sit closest to us. But the line is ours to draw. A scarlet signal. A correction in response to the paper. *** Not everyone puts the line in the same place. Some people place it…