The Ego of Self Induced Terror

They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.

Grief Has It’s Own Ebb and Flow

I was so triggered the other day by a neighbor who wanted to talk. I said, “I’m really not up to it. I’m having a down day.” Her response, “Oh, get over it.” Immediately I wanted to snap on her. Then this calm came over me, and I said,”Never speak to me that way again. … Continue reading Grief Has It’s Own Ebb and Flow

For the Motherless Child

But who celebrates the Motherless child? Who remembers the Grieving sibling Whose life was missing Love and comfort Or the children Riddled with the loss Of she who bore them? Who loves the Worn down souls Unable to open Computer tops For fear of seeing Everyone else's joy As they Sit alone. We are conditioned … Continue reading For the Motherless Child

All Of This Is Just a Hologram

Endings become beginnings sometimes, and frankly, it doesn't always feel good. No. It feels like being a valuable crystal ball, dropped and shattered, then listening to the one who drops me saying, "Ah. It's just stuff." Yanno what? My heart isn't monetary. I'm not just stuff. "Well, I paid you back." does not erase the … Continue reading All Of This Is Just a Hologram