Seems each hour I must fightThe sneaky beastsThat dim the light Of hope. Like anger, fearThe constant “why,”The nagging question,Who am I? Yet in this battleTo find my voiceWhat’s my fiercest Weapon of choice? It’s love, of course.Compassion, too.Mostly for me,But also, ...
I find it troubling.I want to curse!As I read from an expertThat year two’s often worse Than year one. How can this be?The brain, as you see,Carves networks and patterns That aren’t easily Changed. It’s deranged.Plus it’s more than that.While the ...
I park in a spotAt the grocery store lot.Turn off the engine, open the door…But come to full stop, cannot exit the car. Glued to the seat, My heart sounds, “retreat!”As I sense the All-too-familiar defeat. The door, open wide;My thoughts turn ...
A flock of geeseFlies overheadTo somewhere else.I’m still in bed And look aheadTo another dayOf empty hours.No flowers In my vase on the sink.I should get upAnd drinkSome coffee. I think He would sayGo buy a bouquet.It will make the ...
A widow in the neighborhoodWho lives up the street,Saw me on my morning walk.Soon our eyes did meet. She crossed the road to hold me,Sweetly. Like a motherMight hold an injured child,To kiss and make things better. We spoke at ...
He’d tease me aboutAll the shoes that I wore.How they littered the closet,Yet I still wanted more. I’d chide him about Towels tossed on the bedAfter he showered, Why not the towel rack instead? He’d point out the cabinets That I’d leave ajar.And ...
Lao tzu said,Do you have the patience to wait til your mud settles And the water is clear? So I sit things out,While I scream and shout.I hug your pillow, Overwhelmed with doubt. I hear the clocks tick,And watch the paint dry,I ...
This first year of firsts…My God, how it hurtsTo be without you.Like getting hit by a bus, I surrender To the impact.I wonder ifYou know that These days are so hard.Especially this next oneThat honors our union.It won’t be much fun ...
Yes, I’ll be there!I heard myself say.While deep in my gutWasn’t sure I could stay. I gather with friends,Pretend that I careAbout anything other thanMy man who’s not there. I’m told to be social,To not isolate.But most conversationJust seems to ...
Terror-filled evenings,53 last year alone.The nights before the daysWhere we heard ourselves groan As we climbed into the car.Didn’t need to drive far,But we felt our hearts thumping,Like heading to war. We braced for the news,Which was rarely good.The doctor ...