Healing (A Poem with some prose)
But no person alive has ever become the strongest swimmer they can be from the security of a lifeboat…
But no person alive has ever become the strongest swimmer they can be from the security of a lifeboat…
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Through the numbness gaze I see Cloudy, murky, beholden to the current Leaning, listing, the stormy sky emblazoned Calmly, the whitecaps form. Through the blinded folds of skin I feel Nothing, lost moments, surrounded […]
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
We all deserve our truth. Once we discover what that truth is, I mean. Until then, we all deserve our illusion separate from those who can’t live within it.
We aren’t taught the art of surrender in our society. We are taught that surrender is an act of weakness reserved for losers. We are taught that quitters surrender, and then we make an agreement to agree with the various negative descriptions of surrender we are given.
I walk. I marvel at how the once soft, fluffy sands have become hard and unforgiving in the winter’s chill. I’m alone with my thoughts save the sounds of the surf crashing behind me; the […]
Yes, Eve, it is possible to revisit the Garden of Eden, but first you need to wake up from your nightmare.