The chains fell off.Long ago and far away,They were gone.Yet the weight never left.Zig, zag, pirouette…Gone yet not,Free yet bound…
I’ve been struggling a bit with my life choices lately.
The more I’ve learned and grown, the more I’ve almost resented my brokenness. I’ve also…
Author’s Note: As usual, I’m changing names to protect innocent and guilty alike. I’ve renamed the man who was a very good friend to me after the son of a professional I greatly respect. This thank you is nearly 25 years overdue. And his eyes were electric blue… Republished and revised with my permission…
I had to add something fresh to prove that after all the misery and education of the culmination of two types of awareness I was still alive and kicking.
While my blog has been faithfully publishing the old stuff, I’ve:
Author’s Note: This is the next to the last piece; the final piece must publish on a spring day in May for a reason that will be revealed in the piece. This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/12/.
Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/letting-go/.
Always different, never fitting in,Meandering, orbiting, never connecting,Yet somehow I found brothers and friends.
Author’s Note: Although I’ve been some dark places, I am in a good place now. So with the help of appropriate supports I am going back to the dark places and giving myself the voice I didn’t have then. This is dedicated to all victims and survivors of domestic violence, dating…
Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/12/14/my-judas-lament/.
I fell into a dark chasm that year.Decades ago you watched but didn’t know…
Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/12/12/life-review/.
As I look over my life,My heartache screams.Yet I wonder how fallacies and delusions have me trapped.What truths…
Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/12/10/prison-walls-changing/.
I stare at my hands–empty, dry, calloused.I look into my heart–empty, broken, icy.