I wanted to be wanted, I never wished to feel alone.Now I'm addicted and alone is all I know.Reprimanded for speaking out the truth, The scapegoat for their lies. Cyclical nature in this repetitive play.Tired from the battle, want to run away.Jogging on treadmills,There is no getting off. See the sunshine in my suffering,I may … Continue reading A Letter to You
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When my brother died, I screamed everywhere. I screamed in my car, my house, anywhere I could and for up to an hour at a time. I read the memoir, "Once More we Saw Stars," and felt a companionship to the writer as he described his screaming sessions after he lost his two year old … Continue reading He Died on a Bed.
At the end of your life, a few will suffer. The earth spins, it moves. It doesn't care who is sad for those who are left behind. Grief is one of those emotions that sticks to the attached while the unattached go gloriously about their day. A sticky attachment. And for all of this attachment, … Continue reading Sticky-Attach-ments
Ring, ring, Randall: Grace its done, I’m done, I’m walking right now. She’s sleeping with some guy. I don’t know, can you come get me? Me: Randall I have your girls here, its two o clock in the morning. I can't just leave them. Randall: There were guns, she’s crazy, I don’t know what I … Continue reading Lewis & Louise Part Three
Rain Rules We stepped outside to wind that blew rain all over our barely teenage faces. The porch half sheltered us, piles of trash laid beside the chipped painted green front door. Even the wood from the porch itself had been forgotten, who knew that a wooded porch could be so gray. An animal dish … Continue reading Lewis & Louise Part Two
I couldn't sleep last night. I started to look up baby names not because I want a baby right now, I just have names in my mind for future possible babies. I find the meaning of names to matter, the name Lewis popped into my head not because It has necessarily made the baby list … Continue reading Lewis and Louise
Dear ones, We often color a person as all good or all bad when they die. To grieve well, we must see the lost person in all of their complexities. We must express every wish, all the conversations that were never had. At least that is what a book I read said... My brother is … Continue reading He Died…
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