Sadness

  • These Tears

    Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading

  • Proof of Glum

    I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now. That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little… Continue reading

  • Sleepy Heart

    Sleepy heart, whisper to me of laughter and love; comfort trickling down the mountain of mysterious life. Shall I bring the sunrise? Shall I wipe away these tears with the sweet knowing of tomorrows smile? Continue reading

  • Frozen In Time

    Winter in my eyes, the warm river of me slowly ceases to flow. Frozen in time, with only the memory of two hearts spinning into one sweet love. Continue reading

  • A Better Day

    There’s a hurricane in your pain. It whirls around my body as I feel you; all the moments that sliced you open and exposed the parts of your soul you’ve tried so hard to forget. I see you, and I… Continue reading

  • Connected

    I felt connected to myself today, somehow more grounded than I’ve felt for a long while. It was a surprising— and much longed for—shift in energy, I have to say. It reminded me of the early days of this blog,… Continue reading

  • The Ache Of Ever After

    When the sun joins hands with the silver white mountain tops, she will remember him. And an ache will drift slowly across the heart left between them. An ache of ever after’s ‘what if.’ An ache always to linger on. Continue reading

  • Safe

    Why can’t they see when they tell me, all of them, to stay safe? Stay home, stay safe. Away from the virus that sucks the life out of the human race I so adore. Stay safe, they say, within the… Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • Snowflake

    I must be a snowflake. Pristine and fragile as the storm rages. In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble searching for home. Never landing. Always floating, tumbling, hurting. Home. Where are you? Where are you steady and gentle… Continue reading