Escaping Victimhood

Waiting for the other shoe to drop, the first a gentle tap, the second a casket lid closing, an echo spilling grief in your lap. It’s emptiness in a bottle Continue Reading →

Tipping Point

Shake and totter, do I, a three-legged stool balanced on two legs. One, quiet strength. Another, passionate emotion. Neither, self-compassion. Shattered, am I, as I tip towards recurring self-infliction, fearing Continue Reading →