“Maybe I’m hiding behind metaphor. Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure. But I fall in love with a ghost. I lost my balance when I needed it most.” Am I creative? Am I truly artistic? Do I speak words in forms recognized? I feel like a woman in search of her word. … Continue reading Day 545
“God of salvation. You chase down my heart through all of my failure and pride. And as you speak, A hundred billion failures disappear. You lost your life so I could find it here. If you left the grave behind you, So will I. If you gladly chose surrender, So will I. If you gave … Continue reading Day 541
“When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met” The failure of the first love post loss is one of the hardest. Like lava in your lungs. All you can do is sit and … Continue reading Day 534
“I finally see myself. Unabridged and overwhelmed, A mess of a story I’m ashamed to tell, but I’m slowly learning how to break this spell. And I finally see myself.” –Sleeping at Last (Three –Enneagram) Art is such a beautiful language In all shapes and forms Making my soul scream, cry, dance without reason, laugh … Continue reading Day 526
My little stud muffin. Oh man. Somehow you are already 4! How does that happen. This last year has been incredibly hard on us both. You and I. We are literally fire and air. I feed into you as you fuel me. We really are undeniably similar. Both stubborn beyond reason. Both imaginative. Both giving … Continue reading Day 525
I’m at an incredibly difficult stage in my grief. As you have seen I grieve HEAVY and quite often. But this. This feels like quicksand. And I don’t know if I’m strong enough. I think it is similar to the ones before. I felt it coming. I knew that at any second it would hit … Continue reading Day 522
*This song has gotten me through so many difficult times. I look exhausted because I am. Thank you for allowing me the space to share my soul so openly* I’ve been struggling I think for awhile now. I didn’t even notice it creeping in. It had become such a part of me that I didn’t … Continue reading Day 519
The existence of a widow is one of the cruelest. To know what it’s like to fall asleep next to your best friend every night. To wake up to the sound of them breathing. To always have someone in your corner no matter the battle. Then suddenly nothing. Not a thing. Just silence. Emptiness. My … Continue reading Day 517
"If only you knew- the sunlight shines a little brighter, the weight of the world's a little lighter, the stars lean in a little closer all because of you. I want to see you lift your chin a little higher, open your eyes a little wider, speak your mind a little louder, 'cause you are … Continue reading Day 513
I felt weak today. My body was tired. Demanding to be heard. The opening was they all needed. Devious minions. The ghost of my past have been doing a Mexican hat dance around me. The loudest one currently is the one who abused me at 15. He was not a bad person overall. I don’t … Continue reading Day 510
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