A January Day

Today is chilly and dreary, foggy and damp, but as beautiful as any other day here on our windy top in the pines. I like to sit outside, no matter what the air feels like, to listen to the stories the birds tell each other, or maybe they're telling me. From on top of the …

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An Addict Remembers

I remember when, not so very long ago, an hour was a lifetime and a day eternity. I never knew if I would survive even just ten minute's time. It is so difficult to describe and even more excruciating to experience, when you know that logically, time will pass, minutes to hours and hours to …

Advice

I can feel somewhere in me a connection to who I used to be So many years ago I feel as though I know her, that girl I was, but not that I was her Looking backward in time I know exactly who she was, even if she did not If I presented myself to …

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Edit: Trigger Warning How is it that I can bleed and not feel anything? To take this razor, cold and keen, and open up my flesh. How can my senses dull from something deathly sharp? I sit and wait for what comes next Expecting all my troubled thoughts to be made clean again. Written in …

Convenient Truth

All lies are not created equal January 17, 2017   I asked my boy the other day if he had any ideas about topics for my blog, as I'm happy to gather inspiration from as many sources as possible. His reply, "How 'bout mommy loves daddy in a different way?" My face must have betrayed me …

To Do:

There are so many things I want to do, but I don't know how to start. They travel through on a cycle that seems like a never-ending sphere of defeat. They begin always as a simple task, phone calls and lists, bathing and chores. Even those easy things pile up until I cannot see light …

Frustration

I can't get my brain to work I'm stuck On paper, In life I can't make sense of anything And all that is trapped inside my head My body aches in every place I'm being haunted by my memories The old familiar pains What it was like way back when Back when all I could …

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Help me to escape myself I would if I knew how Tell me all your secrets I'll love you if you tell Join me in my emptiness But don't get in too deep I wouldn't want you ending up in tragedy like me   ©2000 Erin Shearer    

Maybe

Some days it is difficult just to be Something I want, something they want Me Fearful Of what could be, or would have been If only I had made a plan Followed through From beginning to end What then? I'm afraid I don't know Maybe Fear is My plan Well then I would be a success Other …