What Crosses My Mind

  • A Soft Melody

    To swoon, listen to soft music, an enchanting melody. To feel the senses alive with the passion of love. To understand the beauty of holding one’s heart without asking them first the spontaneity of our vulnerability received. Something to cherish is the simple nature of knowing the truth in melody. All songs from the heart…

  • Where My Heart Is

    Same place same emotion can feel it inside sometimes the ache has an emptiness. When I rest my soul inside there seems a joy waiting to be filled. Wherever my thoughts my heart waits always ready always patient hoping to be filled again.

  • So, It’s Today

    So it’s three years ago, so it’s today, so every moment of my day, spent trying to find a way, to let go, to move forward to forget about anniversaries, at least the ones, I want nothing to do with anymore. Yet there are strings, parts of my life I can never forget, nor do…

  • Haunting Dissolve

    It began with those … an icy depth of years; not knowing wondering each day. The wall had been erected and suddenly the last brick placed with careful reflexive muse. The door seemed not enough. How to make a statement with no recourse; a fight wouldn’t happen too much knowing judgment. Put clothes on and…

  • 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…

  • Yesterday’s Sadness

    I think about it today, how many people told me be patient let the days go by, let go of the pain and know the future will settle all the anxiety in my mind. I remember believing it would never go away, the self doubt the trepidation, the agonizing fear. Being alone again wondering how…

  • If, When

    Oh the thoughtful nature of beauty, the cascading tides of understanding, if, when we might no longer strive do we shrivel slowly without a drive. When first the bottom fell seemed appropriate to tell the world of such a disaster always wishing, always after. The knowledge of our own fears suddenly trampling the many years…

  • Finding Peace

    I would that I feel a day like this every day. I sit in my chair, warmth of a coffee cup in my hand, wondering about all the moments ahead of my life. ~ I would that I navigate my hours with simple logic, not wanting to answer all the questions I can never achieve…

  • Buying A Wreath

    It’s funny the stories that are told when buying a wreath. You don’t expect to hear that you’re not good enough, especially around the holiday. An ego can be so easily bruised, while holding a wreath in your hand. It’s one thing to imagine that life does have its peculiar moments, and then on the…

  • Morning Drowse

    Just waking up my eyes have to adjust to morning sunlight my thoughts, not yet in my head still dreaming of last nights escapades. It’s funny how when we first wake up we’re not really cognizant of what drives our soul until later in the morning maybe after coffee, we realize our heart still aches…