I’ve been waiting for you
You, who see my scars as beauty
my mistakes as human
my awkwardness as grace
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Sleepless
Crickets sing your name
in the dark of the night
reaching for the moon
and a safe place to land
I Don’t Know
Regardless of how I feel about me
Regardless of how you feel about me
I don’t know that I would change a thing
Looking back
I am uniquely me
Just Three Words
Such an impact
on the day of her birth
turned nothing
into something quite special.
Just three words…
It’s You That I Miss
That connection
the one that is instant
the laughter comes easy
stories roll off the tongue
with an ease that feels foreign.
That contact
no words need be spoken
the comfort is palpable
with a strength lifting
unseen burdens and fears.
That friendship
comes once in a lifetime
all other pale in comparison
like time never passes
it picks up right up again.
It’s you that I miss.
A Whirlwind of a Weekend
The last eight months have been filled with preparations and planning for the biggest day in my daughter’s life. So far anyway. A celebration of commitment and love that I hoped would fill her every wish. Now that the wedding is over I hope to get back to writing more regularly. But all of the effort, worry, angst and sleepless nights were well worth it.
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Broken Prayer
She prayed to God
for an open door
to free her from
the night…
Sometimes a girl needs flowers…
Therapy 9.0
He says you sound like a dick
a narcissistic ass who
cares for no one really
I jump to your defense
for what must be
the thousandth time
His eyes meet mine
and I feel the truth
seeping in
I don’t know
that I believe
in you
anymore…
Choose Me
Sharing an old favorite as a reminder…
She considers
carefully the decision before her.
One applauded
by those around her.
The other
settles easily near her heart.
A choice
between support or peace.
“Choose me”
her heart whispers.
Choose me…
