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Soldier
Feelings of sorrow disconnect me from family and friends. Guilt and remorse haunt me from my time in Kuwait. Will I ever learn to thrive after all this pain and heartache? Can you hear my cry?
Who Gets What?
Who gets the happy memories during marriage dissolution? Who gets the pain and tears? Who can smile through the ascending chaos and hope Love will rebloom? Who finds solice in being childless if such a thing can be true? Who … Continue reading
My Collage
A hodgepodge of photos in frames make up my collage My collection of memories haphazardly grouped together that make a statement of my life and family Joined together by love and memories Reflected in glass and time
Ask?
With pen in hand I sit here and force these jumbled emotions onto paper. Pain, fear, dissapointment, despair still haunt me since the news of Bernard Jr. and Alexa’s marriage demise. Was it just them? Was it me? How could this … Continue reading
The Plastic Blues
Sigh and wave goodbye as you press the send button to make your creditors richer and you poorer. Each month you say you’ll “cut back” but then the car breaks down or cooking another meal makes you want to vomit … Continue reading
Neighborhood Bliss
A quiet neighborhood Filled with children’s laughter cause A cop lives next door
Mud Stomp
My stomping through mud You ask me why I do it It’s therapeutic
