Her stomach Tied in Tiny little knots Twisted breadsticks Of remorse Sprinkles of fear Questions aflight She left him The ring Sitting quietly On the table No longer Belonging to her An orphan In search Of another To have To hold To cherish No postage Sent back To sender No fight No words Just a…
The storm hits Washing up It’s harsh tide Bringing with it Pain and fear The onslaught Could continue Never ending A humming A swarm Of angry wasps Hovering close above Weary of It’s sting I’m tired Tired of this shit Tired of it For my sons Tired of it For me I’m learning Even if…
Where do you find rest? Or freedom? The freedom that bring peace, purpose, and a joy that wakes you up in the mornings? One place I believe we were meant to find it is on the trail. Not sitting on our asses at home, or staring at the TV. Rather, out in nature. Breathing the…
The drive Anything but methodical Luscious mountains Salt-n-peppered With pine and Recent snow Stealing breath I drive on The road beneath Serving as an Entry point Into the serene Cracking my window Feeling the air Transform my breathing Lighten my load Bringing spontaneous Ahh Spirit quickening I scoot down The hill Towards Nederland A home…
She said: I love Your words I love feeling And knowing You through them I’ve been searching A lifetime For words For my words I looked Into nature I looked Under rocks I looked In streams Nothing Trying to talk Literally opening My mouth To have The words I thought Were there To not Bubble…
Words flowing Pieces fitting Ones that have Been non-fitting For a lifetime Been digging Through rock and clay Breaking shovel After shovel Splintered hands Stripped of skin Searching for answers Within the rubble Stumbling upon A deep chasm Jumping into An old cave Suffocating Offering rest From the ongoing Onslaught Listening to The spirits alive…
