Monthly Archives: November 2018

My mom and I share stories of pain, hurt, lessons learned every single day. That is how we make up for the lost time with each other. With every story there is a long pause, a sigh of relief and a line of closure where one of us says, “why me”, or “I am aContinue reading “Bruised Mind”

It’s not what you see but what you get Hidden in our psyche it calmly resides Ingenuously it lacerates heart and soul Creating calm or quetus to the suffering Painstaking is the journey of the dote Neither realize the struggle or strength It’s not what doesn’t kill that keeps alive Unaware that it splinters joyContinue reading “Melancholy”