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
Tag: sadness
Stream of Consciousness | 1.6
duality / what an odd position / to both / thrive in solitude / drown in aloneness / behind the smile / an ache / that never goes away / arms to hold me / are shadows / only visible / in night dreams / clutching pillows / i have landed / on a planet … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness | 1.6
Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
If my mother were alive, and you were to ask her if she allowed her children to be abused or if she abused her children, her answer would most likely be (with Bible in hand), "Absolutely NOT!" She would then most likely go on to tell you what difficult children my siblings and I were … Continue reading Child Abusers Rarely Take Ownership of Their Crimes
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
I am here weightless. Ear tuned to every sound. The fireworks are starting. A week filled with the explosions of war. I despise the celebration of generations who've been traumatized by genocide. Headphones. I'm trying to stabilize. Can I float off away from this place yet? Work to do, but goddamn, I'm tired. Inside. Down … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
Because Humans Represent The Possibility Of Loss
When I was a little girl of one and two years old, I existed inside of a perspective attached to my sister's hip. She is four years older than me. It seems I was always either hiding behind her hip or holding onto a part of her belt loop or dress so I could feel … Continue reading Because Humans Represent The Possibility Of Loss
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Your call tonight left me hollow / my chest is under bricks / breath heavy / I feel you separating / and I touched you for a time / like when I was a child / I admired you / now I lose you / again / you're going back to them / back to … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Solitary Repsite
There are those for whom The night opens up her arms Embracing sadness In the singing wind charms For me she is closing Closing the spaces I once shared Closing the trust I once spared She speaks of oneness Now I know there is No such concept Where once I believed I was emphatically deceived … Continue reading Solitary Repsite
Holding Wishes
What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes
She Left the Planet
She jumped off a bridge into the middle of traffic in North Seattle this morning. She has lingered in my heart all day. I don't know her name, what she looked like, if she had children or a husband, family, had ever felt love or had someone hug her. And that makes me sad. I … Continue reading She Left the Planet