By the ticking of the clock, I knew my days were numbered. As we sat in the doctor’s office, white walled and medicinal, I concluded that the news was grim. The doctor looked over his gold rimmed glasses from behind my file. My heart ached, my hands trembled, even my legs did not want to … Continue reading Inner Child
You are a fickle little booger. Always coming around when no one needs you. You cause so much fear and tension when you visit. Why can't you just stay away? Life is easier when you are not here. Your presences make everyone walk on eggshells. Why do you cause so much destruction? Can't you … Continue reading Anxiety
Head spinning, Eyes heavy, World tossed and turned. Floating body, Brain foggy, Feet not working right. Speech slurred, Ears ringing, What happened last night? Spiked punch, Drunken stupor, Falling down cascading stairs. Sitting up, Stomach churning, Body shaking from fright. Strange place, Dark room, Am I here alone? Arms … Continue reading Last Night
Little child, little child, How could you think that of me? I am the one who gave you life before you ever knew of me.
Rushing in. Fear, hurt, burning intensity. Butterflies give way to hatred. Anxiety. Over what? What could be this bad? It starts with a slighted phrase. Turning, spinning. Slamming into my chest. Ire coursing thought my veins. Trembling. How could you? You say you love me. But your actions don’t show it. Smacking, hitting, … Continue reading Anger
Frigid cold air, Why do you stare? I grab my towel off the bar, And there you are. Do you not know, You make me slow. For right now, I need to move fast, I must get gas. My pay will be docked, If not on the clock. And you’re already at my … Continue reading Frigid Cold Air
She was in the musty basement, bent over her 1973 twin tub washing machine. Mumbling under her breath, she pulled clothes out of the wash basin and put them in the spin tub. Grandma’s usual complaint was having to stretch to the bottom of the tubs to get every last item when she switched between … Continue reading The Woman and the Washer
He called her ‘Love’, And she called him ‘Lover’. The two of them had fallen hard, One for the other. It did not matter what the world thought, They were good as one. Sure, they had their ups and downs But in this crazy world, whose had none? They were in love. On … Continue reading Love & Lover
I am old enough now that your opinion should not matter. However, for some reason, it does. Why is it, when I go to family functions, my first thought is, Great, who will be there? Why? Being of an age over forty, I do not need your justification. Yet, I cannot seem to move … Continue reading Why Do I Care?
Dear Hairstylist, I do not want you to take my hair and do what YOU want with it. I want you to LISTEN and actually HEAR what I am saying I WANT you to do with MY hair. As I am the one who has to LIVE with YOUR screw up. YOU said you knew what … Continue reading Hairstylist