Every single day
Is a struggle
I cannot
Explain
I’ll need him
When I wake from this nightmare
Tag Archives: Alone
Experience
It’s petals laying crossways,
My grandmother always said,
Notice their ruffled beauty,
Across the body, throughout her head.
The heart will lead us,
Paths rarely fond easy, and
With moments of dread.
However, trust
You’ll make it through,
The alternative is dead.
Alone Inside My Head
I drove again
desolate, except for
Thedford,
lost alone inside my head.
wandered in the Sandhills
life: simpler; traditional.
not one wolf
maybe he lived beyond
the first crest of
rolling hills,
as smooth as curvy skin
from here, I think,
alone inside my head.
I like the shape of my breasts
as I look down due to insecurities
more than anything,
the way my favorite, blackest bra
holds them…
what I thought about while driving
alone inside my head.
yesterday, bent over my kitchen sink
crying and
wondering how I make life work,
I saw my long legs tucked into
my soft blue jeans
and thought
I adore my fuzzy slippers with these,
just me alone inside my head.
my reflection in the bathroom today,
concentrating on red curls,
specifically the one who chooses
to hang lower, looser than the rest,
she defies me,
I cheer for her
alone inside my head.
Alone With Me
numb, these days
a place shadows play
in, around, atop me
quiet in many avenues
normal, they venture –
but her smile is missing
nothing out of place,
music sounds the same
yet, heart ceased
wind tastes different,
I wander,
never truly breathe
Feared
Exposed
She’ll wonder how
Many hairs are grey
If your heartbeat
Feels the same.
Consider the new
Wrinkle by her eye,
And which stress
It was cause by.
Crisp morning air
Will cause her
Red curls to dance,
Would it affect
You, by chance?
First blush will arise
Around her,
Comforts of home:
Ground, she clings to.
Simple house shoes, worn
Her toes content
Ankles exposed.
Behind fawn wool,
A woman’s desire shown.
Frozen concrete steps
She sits upon gracefully
Allows for silence,
Awakening a quiet
Reflective dawn;
Her serenity.
Each timed breath,
Causes movement
Beneath her
Heaving breasts,
Proving control:
A lady’s weakness.
Yet you’re aware,
Her day has begun
And still,
She’ll want, require
The comfort
Of you,
Her Eastern Sun.
Pale Reminder
This morning’s palest breath
Reminds me, dutifully
I was built to stand alone
Strength binding me with control
My own worst enemy
Complete Stranger
The way your gentle touch,
Slid down my trembling arm,
And held my frightened hand,
Proves how purely lost and alone,
I am.
Gray Clouds of Doubt
I see you there little leaf in the tree,
Are you hanging there to scare me?
I can’t quiet seem to figure you out,
Maybe you’re here to distract or calm my doubts?
Why do you continue to hold on?
Don’t you know all the others have gone?
Do you see a future that others did not see?
Why would you choose to wait with me?
Being left alone does not frighten this lady, only strengthens, I believe.
Go along and find the others, I see them all waiting curiously.
Don’t trouble yourself with lingering here now, honestly
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 