Pain

  • Embracing Emotional Complexity in Life

    I’m tired and sad, but also I’m filled with love, joy, awe and care. This is the vastness of complexity that comes with adult emotional life, an aching that has a tender beauty to it, almost like a beautiful rainbow… Continue reading

  • Sad

    I’m sad tonight. To write is the only pill I have. I heard some news today that broke my heart, and here it is in my hands as I stand beside the world and become the sky. Empty as the… 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

  • For The Birds

    The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading

  • Fully Human

    I’ve seen that image, again. She sits alone (you could not get any more alone) at her husband’s funeral and we all just sit here and shake our heads, because what else is there to do? I’m speaking of the… Continue reading

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Happy One

    There is a tear in my soul. They want me to smile, all the time, they want me to be fine, this world. But I am not (though I am.) There is a weeping tear. A wound unhealed and breaking… Continue reading

  • They Know Not What They Do

    Why, when the road is so beautiful, (dappled sun on white) do these lashing tongues slice my delicate sky, so? I shall find a cave, as promised. A dear and perfect home to soothe. And I shall cherish the broken,… Continue reading

  • Careless Life

    Do not touch this softness. I see you angrily tearing at her bones, leave her be. Dear sweet, peaceful girl. For she must rest, she is weary, must rest, she has been battered and bruised by the tentacles of careless,… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading