Frozen Words

Like an icicle hanging from the branch of a tree, your words have stayed and lingered and bit me as they clung. Love you. Miss you.  Want you. Need you. The base of the ice, where it anchors in my heart. Love me. Need me. Show me. Leave me. The dagger’s point, that clamors at…

Believe

I believe that people are inherently good.  That darkness and cruelty comes from hurt within – from our heavy and unhealed emotional wounds.  I believe that if we heal ourselves, and release our buried wounds, we can heal the world.  That if we can get to a place where we see others with our heart,…

It’s strange, the feeling of numb.

It’s strange, the feeling of numb. I normally am overflowing with emotion.  The growing presence of lines on my face pays tribute to the laughter, shock, smiles and awe that are regularly expressed.  Today I am blank – other than some tears that brim in my eyes.  But not wanting to feel them anymore, I…