The Twist

It's a strange feeling, to know you're ethical, righteous, and honest...
and be stuck in a hampster wheel of lies, abuse, and crazy making of a narcissist.
A lost cause. fighting just to defend the real reality,
not the false narrative of his
outrageous lies.

Pressing Through

It's not regular bad news, or a few unkind words that set it off. What flips that switch is something incredibly vindictive, hurtful ripping the scabs off my trauma and letting the blood of the old wound dribble down a limb. The hurt bubbles deep below layers of thick tissue and viscus fluids. It lurks, … Continue reading Pressing Through

Chirps

Crickets chirping, a melodious sound, coming from the thicket of autumnal wildflowers and trees bursting out in yellow and orange leaves. I sit, at my appointed seat, where I think, where I write, where I contemplate, and think of what may be next. Candles lit, orange glow, soft light envelops me, healing call, after a … Continue reading Chirps

lingers (a 9/11 thing)

I begin, remembering. The feelings look around corners, worried if they are safe to come out. They are like small children, afraid their abuser will yell loudly when they are seen. Vulnerable. 
The retreating from social existence increases, as I don't want to see images. The people who weren't there, screaming how we should never forget, but they have no clue what they are remembering.

Green Waves of Moss

So many shades of green, they creep, evolve, stick and grow. Leaves of so many sizes and shapes. Large birds above, I stop and watch them above the trees flying free above the ocean of green leaves and brown towering trees that have been here for hundreds of years. This forest is older than all … Continue reading Green Waves of Moss