It Is That Time of the Year Again. {prose poetry}
It is the end of the year in which you were reminded of what it was, how it was, how it felt, how it shaped your understanding of today.
Browsing Tag:
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Dancing Across Loneliness: The End of Beginnings and the Hope of Goodbye.
In the buttery, iron taste of the aftermath, food will not fill me. A pill will not clear me of this, and sleep does not always lend itself to rest. The frothing surface of lingering promises shields the unknown sediment, sinking below. Every lie we tell ourselves haunts me, ripping apart my heart.
How Meditation Ended My Marriage.
I wanted so badly to un-see that my marriage was unsustainable if I wanted to grow, but I couldn’t. So I was faced with a terrifying decision: stay, and shrink; or leave, and hurt, and grow.
