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…

  • A Private Life

    If I tell you what I feel, it’s a normal reveal. If I want to be exposed I’ll tell you all my throes. Seems simple on my mind, memory, rather not rewind Miles of the long journey, hours of lost scrutiny. Seems I’d rather stay alone then live inside my own. This pain I feel…

  • Sifting Through Fear

    A candle burns nearby a reminder of some peace of mind, tranquil is the flame out of the corner of his eye. Speaker beware, someone might reveal, their reveal, that word causes headaches in some circles, those afraid to look in the mirror. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • The Monster

    He walked alongside, non-descript, hoping to be noticed in order to quell such is the pain inside of an insecure mind.   Started as a child, one day he lost all hope in the manifest of life over death, or the cruel hand of God in what we call a miracle, yet absurd, inside the…

  • Watching The Snowy Night Sky

    I’ve been waiting all day for the snow, now I glance my window, it arrives with a light affection reminds me of my childhood perhaps a memory that haunts me more than love the delight of family, the anticipation of a gathering, the death of a cousin, where in my silent fog of misunderstanding, I…

  • In My Comfort Zone

    It is where I am every day, my comfort zone, I give a glimpse into the world I see, every hour of my day, until the sun does set, hues change, sky becomes a darkness outside I cannot see as readily.   Until the morning comes, then in rain or sunshine, the view the same,…

  • When Childhood Seemed Innocent

    We would play, for hours in May, anticipating the summer day, those opportunities ahead that contained no worries, no stress, no school remained.   I remember our time spent on the court the roundball, and later building a fort we camped in the woods across the fields, we lived for all the beauty that nature…

  • A Melancholy Reality

    I know it’s sad, meant to be, difficult to imagine telling the truth, with any happy inclusive hypocrisy. Stand with me, if only for a quiet moment, feel the pain, confusion turned to empathy, a wondrous feeling of empty promises. There is that shallow reckoning, comes with open eyes, a solemn reality, when in a…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…