Your Name

Your name Feels so good on my lips When I say it. It has a presence in there. Filling my mouth, but not too much, With the essence of you. It fits. Like Baby Bear's things, In that fairy tale with the girl Who learns a lesson - His porridge, his chair, his bed They …

Prison

This evening I stood in the rain in a parking lot and listened to a woman vent about her unhappy situation. She reminded me of myself, about three years ago. I could almost see the prison bars in which her mind was encased, only I was looking at them from the outside this time. Just …

Bedrock

Bedrock. The foundation beneath layers of soil. Unseen. Unsightly. Made of common things. Certainly not coveted gemstones. But so very necessary. So necessary that the common becomes uncommon as it fulfills its role. Its role to support life above itself. Life that everyone sees and adores. Swaying tree branches enjoy playful caresses of the wind, …

Resolve

The pinches that come with divorce have left bruises. And the punches, well, I haven't learned to roll with them yet. Though I am no longer surprised by them. The fallout remains rubble. The rebuilding, slow, arduous. But it ::is:: rebuilding. And rebuilding is the opposite of tearing down. I glance backward into time, And …

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