yesterday’s cares become the anxieties of today
my breathing is a line with a hook on the end waiting for the bite of adversity
that which may rise out of the depths of the unknown
i cannot control what may choose to seize my life at any moment
but i can choose when to hang on or when to let go
There’s a hole in the sky where a tree once grew.
Death is not my heart’s favorite desire.
But the empty space let’s more sunshine through
and oaken pieces become fuel for fire.
woman of wonder ~
you have made my life precious ~
i am so grateful
i am the snow mixed with rain
i am the wrapper in the slush
i am a back in pain
i am the morning rush
i am the cold and wet
i am each subtle jar
i am the thought of regret
i am the slow walk back to the car
flashes of anger ~
fiery staccato bursts ~
leave an empty shell