Anxiety

  • Rose

    We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were. I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose,… Continue reading

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • Heart

    How my heart breaks when I think of it. The moment I was curled up on the hospital bed, weeping in my husbands arms, just absolutely sobbing with fear as the two doctors stood by, helpless to my tears. Only… Continue reading

  • Feeling Music

    I’ve been getting to know myself through music again. I wanted to go a little further into this idea because not only does music tell familiar stories and remind me of people and places…it also becomes me. As in: I… Continue reading

  • At Five

    Sometimes I feel five. Like the world is big and I am small. And there are kids all around bigger than me, louder, scarier, bolder than this softness that folds me like tissue. (No one else folds like tissue. Just… Continue reading

  • Somebody To Me

    You are somebody to me. Continue reading

  • Life to Come

    She had spent too many hours of her life fearing things that might not come to pass.   Continue reading