Half of me stares, unfocused, at nothing in particular. I, her, we dissociate. Pleasantly warm, feeling nothing emotionally. Mentally, I remain in neutral. How good it feels to be nothing at all! Half of me flips rapidly through a rolodex of stories, half-baked daydreams. If only I could catch
And when I see you my heart crumbles to dust. For as lovely and healing as I am, you are as fearful and wounded. I am sad for you-- how painful must this be! I am sad for me, but I know that while I am deserving of love, this
I didn’t go to the party for this moment. I stayed home to sit by the window-- cat on my lap, writing by candlelight-- so that when the sky opened up, I would be there with the window open, to let the warm petrichor waft through. I skipped to
Who is she? This woman within, who I keep fossilized, buried under years of dirt in the sand that packs my soul. How could I let her become forgotten? Exploited, abandoned in man’s endless conquest. When did the rest of my being grow so dry? I once was a
I am a willow tree in your family’s yard, my sighing boughs dancing with the wind. I supported your tire swing, watched you laugh and feel free, celebrated with you in your peaceful moments. I hid you from the outside world, when you wept beneath my branches, seeking solace
Since we broke up I have become you Through all of the things That still sit on my tub As if you were coming back I scrub my skin with your body wash And rinse my hair of your shampoo I shave my legs with your shaving cream And gaze
I wish I could talk about it. I do, but I can’t. Once I find the words, the dam will burst and floods cause damage. So instead, I turn within, hoping the problem is me, because I can fix me. I grew up thinking I could earn what I
My driver is deaf. He cannot hear the beeping to alert him that he is drifting lanes, or the honk telling him that the driver behind is displeased that he braked without a discernible reason. He also cannot hear the rattle stuck to the ceiling directly above where the light
One day, I will look back on this moment and I will have so much grace for myself. I will see how much grief I carried and will be impressed at my strength. I'll hold my own hand and rub my own shoulder with an overwhelming urge to
Most days, a blank page feels like coming home. But today, it feels like being lost in the grocery store, trapped within the confines of quotidian banality. "What was I here to buy?" I ask myself, When what I really wanted to ask was, "What am I
Sometimes victories don't look like you think they will. It's not the house, the kids, the partner, the promotion. It's that you started a medication that scared you and it saved your life. It's finding yourself six months into a positive habit
I find myself surrounded by people who are no stranger to grief. There's something so beautiful about people who know loss and still show up brimming with love. We take turns being a healing balm for each other, making the heavy blanket of grief a softer fabric, a
When the snow falls, so does a hush upon the city-- one I wish could descend upon my mind, as well. And yet, my thoughts whirl like tiny snowflakes in the wind with nowhere to land.