Wednesday, December 11, 2013

blind belief

blind belief
I still wish I had this
it was so much easier
than this questioning
which plagues me

21 years

21 years ago you left
I still feel you near me
but the hurt and missing are sharp today
no one will ever take your place
I miss you mom


I smell of IcyHot today
the detriment of a very sore back
I happen to like the smell

the real me

I am such a contradiction that I am often left wondering,
 "Who is the real me?!"

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

three words

... nothing feels right

just three words on the screen
they said everything
and in an instant tears poured down
someone ... somewhere