Listen…

Listen to your heart, But it isn't the master. Your mind is. Even so, I remember the turning point. Almost to the moment,  I remember, The day I realized how much a part of me this love really was. He could be in my house, I would love. He could be miles away, I would …

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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