I Am Not Afraid to Love You. {poetry}
I am tired of cheaply patching my love void with superficial smiles and empty hugs, dry lovemaking that doesn’t even know what respect and admiration are.
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Live, Laugh, Learn… And Remember, Always, You Are Loved.
You are stronger than you think. More capable than you know. Do you know this? But really, do you? That you have it in you to make a difference?
Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends.
Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly!
Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength!
Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
The Price of Proving Them All Wrong.
I had many situations in my life where my ego was way too big, and while angry, I did everything to verbally destroy them, and when I proved them wrong and they admitted it, I felt horrible. That's the funny thing about soothing our egos: it doesn't always feel good.
Healing Interrupted: When Destiny Intervenes.
Our paths crossed this morning, destiny once again stirring the pot. No sooner do my eyes adjust from the bright snowy glare to the dim, mood-lit cafe, laptops and lattes everywhere, the din of the espresso machine humming steadily in the background, that I see your face. Your beautiful face. I ...
To Have And To Hold: I Am Not A Machine.
I’ve never said this out loud to another person before. I’ve been struggling lately, and noticing my desire for comfort. To just be next to someone and be held. I’ve never wanted it before. Or maybe I haven’t let myself want it, but I do want it.
When You’ve Been Wrung Out.
When it all hurts, everything, swear to every bit of the pain that there is a light, and that you will find it, because you are supposed to, and that’s the whole point.