Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
All that she is she is not. And in death she is finally free. Through failure she is alive.
With clipped wings. She can no longer fly. An angel fallen. Who will save her. This light diminished. She is bereft.
Bring her diamonds. Let her glitter. Wrapped in tulle. Gentle is her breath. A whisper of wind in flight.
She is earth. Wisps of sand scattered wayward. Bound to nothing her soul uncaged.
Stars beckon. She wanders across the night sky needing to shine.
In death she escapes. Pity and sorrow. From haste and worry she survives. What is broken earthen. A spirit lifted to the heavens where she may slowly exhale.
Divinity in loosened chains. She clings to noone. New joy in the release of burden.
This angel. Lives in hope. The shadows of mercy. She is forsaken.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
There are no words. I crumble. This heart so broken. Denied of what makes sense. Filled with shame. Frightened. Who is she now? She comes from no one. All that defined her gone. Daughter. Wife. Mother. She is lost.
Peek inside. There is no happiness. Her life a façade. This game she plays. Tell me who I am today. Chameleon. Master of disguise. The great pretender. She is no one. Empty.
This machine. A fairy tale. The house where she lived a nameless street passing time. This dream. She belongs to no one. Does she matter I wonder. Who claims this lost soul.
Borne of seed. Nurtured. Coveted. Beloved. Who is she now? Who kisses this salty tear or holds her hand tightly in sleep. Who beholds her beauty in wonderment and awe? Her tangled hair moist with fallen tears lay in tendrils about a dampened pillow.
An overhead fan whirs gently beckoning her further into sleep. A troubled mind fraught with fear. Who stands with her keeping her strong helping her to breathe and giving her comfort?
She sits alone quite. Uncertain in the face of the unknown. Who loves this girl – who loves this girl?