Holding Tight to Toxicity
What is this thing you do? You don’t wish to die alone and so you hold tight to your humiliator, your abuser, your apathetic acquaintances, your toxic friends… Sit. Think. Continue Reading →
Tag Archives: depression
Walking Through
Something a little different today. I’m writing this late on Monday for my normal poem posting on Tuesday. And if you’re expecting a poem for Tuesday please keep reading. It’s Continue Reading →
Presence in Another Room
Shadows of the past… disjointed dancing always seen askance, a presence in another room there’s no key to. Whispered sorrows, out of date and rescued too late, that’s where the Continue Reading →
I Know What You Are
Depression, I know who you are. Always coming around, smiling and charming, but you’re bad drugs in a dirty needle, wanting me numb, wanting me wrapped in despair. Let’s be Continue Reading →
It
It meets your gaze when others look away, taking your hand when others withhold. It wipes your tears when no one sees, whispering it’s love when you’re alone. It shouldn’t Continue Reading →
Hope as a Quest
We’ve all seen it in one cartoon or another. Good sitting on one shoulder and bad on the other. Or the same scene with an angel and a devil. The Continue Reading →
Overcoming Obstacles to Pursue Creativity
Many have a physical or mental obstacle to overcome when pursuing an art or craft, but on your path beware of those who dismiss your dreams as trivial rather than Continue Reading →
Letter to Selves
Dear anxiety, slow down, live in this moment, you’re speeding ahead, thoughts racing, breaths panting, life filling you with dread. Dear depression, engage the world, live in this moment, you’re Continue Reading →
Two Faces
Depression, anxiety two faces so similar, yet separate pillars. One pulling you back, one pushing you forward until you’re an unraveling cord. One a smiling conspirator twisting a knife you Continue Reading →
Anchor
The past is shadows, dancing and stealing clarity. The future is a blur… a smeared, obscured possibility. But neither is substance, and living requires a lifeline, anchored reality in a Continue Reading →