My writing makes me feel as if my soul is exposed. I’ve never been comfortable with that. I persist hoping the feeling will fade, but it never really does.
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The Little Things
There is beauty inThe little things,Like song bird wingsAnd front porch swings. There is beauty everywhere,All around;The clouds in the sky,The flowers on the ground. There is beautyAnd if you try,You can see itAnd it may make you cry; For there is beauty inYour heart and soul,That will withstand timeAnd never grow old. From my Read more
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Three Days in May: Diary of a Balmy Woman who Writes
18 May, 2010 – Tuesday, 4:00pm The black dog has been with me for some time now, and even the simplest of chores seem overwhelming. The days slip idly by and I’ve little inclination to do anything about it. I wish I could, and I make mental plans to; but while the body is willing, Read more
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Kindred, Kindness, Karma: Journal Junkie Jargon
11 April, 2010 – Sunday 11:23pm I’ve been banging my head against a wall for so many years; I can’t remember when it all started. But I’ll be damned if I give up. I miss what it was before it became tainted; like everything becomes when money is involved. I miss what it gave me, Read more
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The Uncertainty
I heard nothing until he spoke my name. His haunting voice echoed in my mind as I attempted to get on with my daily chores. The day was bleak. Black birds of every kind gathered in my yard, their screeching unable to be ignored. Had they come to warn me? Had they come to announce Read more
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The Black Dog
The black dog came back today, soaking we from the rain. I recognized it immediately. It huddles on the door mat of my front porch trying to keep warm, the chain around its neck broken from the desire to be set free. Cured up on my porch, seeking shelter from the pouring rain, the black Read more
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Moments of Gold
There are days I’m not sure where anything is going. My head is heavy with a fog that makes it hard to think let alone function. It’s something deep—a complete and total exhaustion of both body and mind. It persists and becomes an uneasiness that affects every thought I have. It grabs ahold of my Read more
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