There is no mercy in this life except in it’s ending, even that is not always promised well. What force holds sway these dark shadows from the light of day? *Depression is a sane response to an insane world.
What follows was not written by me, but rather is something remembered that I think all of us can relate to at one time or other in our lives. Truthfully lost my literary voice sometime ago and struggling to find it again amidst difficult times(sigh). Knowing that so many deal with hardships greater than my own… Continue reading Remembered
“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health
How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain Is it a mere… Continue reading Legacy on a blank page
Resting on a crooked smile my heart flutters Conveying a simplicity of being, a transcendence Reminding us of what we already know yet so often fail to recall In dismembering there is inevitability a disconnect from our truest self . The source from which all joys flow Like a crystal clear stream ambling… Continue reading Remembrance
In quietness waters gather reflections of passages recorded with each procession Far too often time blurs a grasp of lines So much taken for granted, errantly replaced Brief times of loss in-between joys… Surely within every atom thrives a void This tangled mind to rise above an unraveling of lifetimes To live moments… Continue reading Gathering Rain
dilly-dally We shouldn’t be here procrastinating spaces where nothing exists and nowhere has places shilly-shally A discontinuity vacillates inside my head seeking normalcy from desires not quite dead widdle-waddle We will ourselves not to feel emotions buried inside searching for comfort finding nowhere to hide fiddle-faddle How such a story concludes is… Continue reading Ungibbered