What Crosses My Mind

  • I Cried

    Like a baby I did, many nights alone, I no longer knew who I was anymore. I would wake in the morning and sob over my coffee, my eyes swollen from just the night before. Before that and every day in between. I no longer knew who I was anymore. People I would ask would…

  • Out of the Mind

    Comes this fairy tale some would call it a fast and friendly gale of why whenever might our soul in peace prevail change will be our writ. ~ Seems clear we see life as a partial of our being always in question is life though some are arguing doesn’t matter this strife we are meant…

  • Wishing Dreams

    A spirit guide might visit a passion setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride. Yet time does wait upon internal remnants churning within my psyche. While outside lives a life of pleasantry agreeable acceptance and absolutes, if only the traveling disdain subside. Would then wishful dreams pass forward an energy with love could line…

  • The Color Blue

    Everyone has a favorite color tonight I’ll pick blue for any number of reasons this seems to resonate not just the hue, state of mind or mood or choice as someone said to me tonight. We make a decision within ourselves to decide upon what it is we want to focus upon, sadness? depression? do…

  • There Are These Days

    A couple of weeks ago my world went dark. I made horrific plans, mapped out the day, my valuables, important tokens of my life. I say this because it does happen to people, and now I feel a better grasp and that is more valuable than any guilt or shame over previous moments in my…

  • Hearing Voices

    They are not loud, in fact, whispers that catch me, wondering where. They are in my head, reminders of why it is that way I am will be my forever. I sometimes in the silence can imagine window sills tremble, the sky is falling inside my mind. I wonder if you might know, this feeling…

  • Finding One Door

    This matter of doors, talked about in quiet rooms, where two people, maybe four, three could openly speak closing doors, reasons why, open doors, easily cry for there is some certain avenue allows us all to find our way, if we choose to be the person we might want to speak someday.   I remember…

  • Fearing The Worst

    I remember the dreams, the constant reminders a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders   Each one with a story, a parallel universe would try to shake me, send me in reverse.   I could never tell if a person real or imagined, it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.   Otherwise the…

  • The Scrutiny of Self Loathing

    People generally believe we bring our pain upon ourselves, the decisions, choices we make. As true as that might be we want also to be responsible for shaking off the doom and gloom that keeps us down. There the difficult task arises in how we acknowledge our own fear in moving forward when caught in…

  • Some Are Chosen

    While walking through a mine field, I stamped my feet knowing only would be my confidence address defeat   For it is a wonder sometime to know the reason why some we love are left to die, when afterward we cry.   It seems so clear that some are chosen to live this way while…