The Midnight House
The night fades into me or perhaps it’s the other way around, but it makes no difference because I always end up here
The Wind
If you ask me about hope, I’ll tell you about the days when it knocks on my door and I don’t answer. When it comes to soften edges and feed phantoms. When it’s the cruel caller, the corpse at the door. When it waits dead. On those days, I don’t want what it brings, so…
Give Yourself Grace
How can we set ourselves free? I had a conversation with a friend recently who asked me this question. At first I thought, how can I even answer this when I’m not truly free myself? The question I needed to first ask myself was, what is it that holds me back? The answer…
Fetching Seeds
If you ask me about being strong, or resilient, or brave, I’ll tell you about unfolding edges and rebuilding from a million little pieces despite the wreck that remains; and digging the dirt to bedrock to fracture and shatter, splinter and break. I’ll tell you about going downward and inward, and meeting with sorrow and…
I Wait
I go up to the attic and light some candles. I put on Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here try to summon your ghost but you don’t come. I wait for you in the frigid room of this vacant house where windows rumble with rattleboned hope. At midnight calm when day is undone I talk…
September Nights
I miss those September nights. Being soft, floating between your smile and the things I can’t explain, like how some things end before they ever begin, or how something so beautiful can be so destructive. I’ve looked love straight in the eyes, the sweetest heartache, dressed in white. I’ve rearranged my brain just to wrap…
Ghost Story
I thought I saw you out of the corner of my eye, but it was just your ghost playing tricks on my mind. Your ghost lives in my peripheral vision. It whispers in my ear, I’m still here. It speaks to me through muffled voices in crowded places, in and around the everyday shuffling. It…
Bloom
I poured myself into the earth; only the flowers would know my pain. And I thought, I might drown, I might die a thousand deaths, before I would ever bloom again. But bloom I did, again and again.
I Am Extraordinary
I am extraordinary. I am a wreck and a masterpiece, in equal parts. I am a warrior, I will get through no matter what it takes. It won’t be easy, but I am determined and unstoppable. I will overcome and rebuild. I will bloom from the decay, and I will thrive. I will burn, break,…
The Girl and the Monster
Some days I’m more girl than monster. Some days I wonder what the monster has done with the girl.
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