Single Mama | Published Author | Patriot | Reformer
He Exhaled Unjustified Rage
His mere existence held the heaviest bits of flesh and marrow from memories that have now turned to dust on the floor of what was once believed to be home. What felt concrete was now unsteady. Our love was easily influenced by the selfish need to prove to the outside world that we existed as something we were, in sobering fact, not.
Through Us, None Shall Pass
I do it best when the lights go dark. Breathe. A pained exhale accompanied by silent restoration and a hushed determination. As I drift sleepily – stark white room painted with faint moonlit shadows – I’m dragged reluctantly back to reality by the harsh memory of your voice.
My Untamed Heart
When you are finally released from his cage of infatuation and desolate promises - run. Run desperately toward the distant sound of gently crashing waves overflowing with hallowed breath, resting faithfully on the shore of everlasting redemption. Toward balmy amber skies filled to the brim with hazy daydreams, and infinite mountaintops echoing affirmations of your newly found freedom. Feel the fullness of the grasslands shifting beneath your bare feet as the nurturing motherhood of the sun warmly kisses your freckled shoulders. She is the steady exhale of a midsummer breeze and the wild stillness married to each winding road mapped out on your delicate skin. Though the earth hasn’t held you in ages, she has been patiently waiting for you to climb back into her wanting arms as she hums restful ease back into your aching bones.
The Silence Is Deafening
I remember the first time you laid devastating hands on me. I laid there still & quiet with your beer-stained hand over my mouth; allowing silent tears to spill down my cheeks, onto the pillowcase, into my hair.
The Evolution of a Durable Woman
At 9pm on a casual Sunday; I sobbed and choked on angry tears and latent memories. Healing for what feels like a thousand eternities is a different kind of loneliness bites at you in the dark, ravaging your soul and leaving you with only the smallest hint of meat on your bones while the jury sits idly by, challenging the gravity and depth of your worth. But we learn independently. We lean in. Bravely working and rebuilding with each exhale.
The Hazy Space of Falling Out of Love
“I suppose we weren’t made to stay in love, you and I. We don’t belong in each other’s arms the way the galaxy fiercely clings to her planets and moons and stars. But for tonight, could you remain close and give me the kind of love we’re both yearning for?” her violet eyes met his.
Welcome Home: You Are Free
We are fleeting moments of courage trapped inside bodies that no longer wish to house fragmented guests that fail to pay their due. The quest to challenge our grief seems vague and foggy and impossible - but oh, do we crave to know once more what unmitigated innocence feels like on our skin. In our bones. Coursing through our veins.
Open Up Your Fist and Let Me Out
“OPEN UP YOUR FIST AND LET ME OUT!” I violently shook the cold iron bars and screamed at him until the taste of bitter, rich blood tickled the back of my throat; I gasped desperately for air and a morsel of rationality. I’m so tired of screaming.