Category Internal dialogue
With the promise of a storm,The horizon drapes in grey tapestry.The balmy breeze closes shopA brooding wind rolls in.,Pushing against the sea,Its playful touchTeasing the silvery calm. The sea stir from afternoon hazeEmbracing the timeless traveller,Waves surge, cresting snow white… Continue Reading →
A gaze so captivating, it froze time on its track, Blurring the bustling crowd, silencing the chaos, Transported me to another plane of existence. A laughter so vibrant, it painted vivid scenes Transformed the mundane into carnivals, Draping the world… Continue Reading →
Standing there at the bus stopAppearing like a spirit amidst the morning fogAs the bus turns corner at main streetThat woman stands there waiting to board.You see her, something tugs at your mindBut you cant seem to place it.She seems… Continue Reading →
I live in a world of perpetual painNot the pain of a broken femur or fractured tailboneIts the pain of a long lost limb,Its there but not really there anymore. But I still carry on with life, Because, Once in… Continue Reading →
Don’t get me wrong,I love sunshine just fine.Blue sky, bright days with fluffy cloudsFloating leisurely across the horizon. A blessing indeed.But I hold night a little close to my heartMy soul comes alive in darkness With rain and an overcast moon,I am… Continue Reading →
“Harden your heart, girl! Don’t you dare cry,Dodge, duck, slip! Get up, get ready”-Every morning I woke up,Ready to be punched and not evade. Every night, I was black and blue,I nursed my wounds with silent tears.One day anger came… Continue Reading →
My heart got scorched in the flame of self loathing,I felt raw and numb all at once.I stood on the edge of the precipice,Fuming in anger, bathed in guilt,Awaiting to carelessly slip out of existence. In the company of ghosts… Continue Reading →
All my crayons are lost,except for the black and grey ones.My easel’s broken, canvas torn,Its the sadness I never felt before.My color blotched hands are peeling skin,Joints aching with the winter wind.All my old paintings, with the memories,Scattered in the… Continue Reading →
(positive reinforcement from a year of therapy, not there yet. Still writing down when my teacher tells me to remember all she said.) Dear child, look at me,Hear my voice,See my person.I come in peace.Let me please,Let me please tell… Continue Reading →
Again I was standing on the rugged shore,Dark cold unforgiving sea lapping my feet,Urging me to wake up from my stuporover and over and over again.Snowbirds flying overhead to the warm shore.Chattering happily, occasionally glancing back at me.I stood still,… Continue Reading →