“I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness…”
― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
I can’t sleep. My mind races, a tangled mess.
It keeps trying to take me back to the morning I found him.
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Mom's Birthday
Mom would’ve been 73 today. Her hair would be completely gray I imagine. She didn’t have much hair when she died in ‘93, but I remember a time when shortly after a series of chemotherapy treatments, her hair began to grow back. mais 674 palavras
You
I reach out to you
To feel you
To rescue you
To pull you from the depths
The depths of the darkness
The cold
The hurt… mais 17 palavras
Dreamland
In high school, I dreamed so much about going to college. I identified my top choice university my freshman year and worked my butt off the next four years to get in. mais 792 palavras
Christmas is not bright.
Christmas is not bright. Only the wooden floor is waxed and shiny. I can almost hear the nurses shoes squeaking as they transition from room to room; their sounds disappearing in the jade carpeted hallway. mais 999 palavras
On and On
On
and
on
and
on
beats the heart
despite the injuries
and battle scars,
despite the stitches
repeatedly ripped out,
reinfecting the raw
with doubt. mais 65 palavras
The Weight
The weight
As a cloak
Tied tight
At the neck
As a noose
Left unchecked
Arms shouldered
A staunch hunch
Chest caved
Belly hollow
As a warren… mais 7 palavras
