to feel, to be felt

My whole life, I've been told I'm 'too.' Too quiet, too sensitive, too negative, Too much. Take things 'too personally', give too much, too soon   For years, I saw this maximum, this superlative, this giving my all as... a flaw. That I should seek limits, seek hindrance, in this world that speaks opposite, breathes … Continue reading to feel, to be felt

Return It

My heart is so big you could cut it, knife and fork, and share it with the street. Share. I share my skin, my soul, my shelter with another and they claim it as their own. Then return it when it doesn’t quite fit right, isn’t what they’re after, change their mind. Do they have … Continue reading Return It

A Face

Isn’t it bizarre how I’ll see my reflection ten years later and desperately crave, miss, wish, hiss for the face that once was.   When right now I pull it a part I think and yearn for the future I worry about what’s to come and picture myself in pictures captured with my loved ones … Continue reading A Face