Wounded Warrior
I stand at the edge of the precipice The cold, brutal water awaits me if I jump The numbness of emotional death welcomes me if I stay It has been years since I broke my wings And made a home … Continue reading Wounded Warrior
State Trooper
My shoes are perfectly polished. I’ve got on a neck-tie. It’s grey. I love red ties, but they’re so common. I hate being common. My pants are grey. I need to match. I am allergic to color blocking and anything … Continue reading State Trooper
Oh My God…I’m a Grandma! (The Grump in Me)
No, I did not have a child who then went and had another child. But I am a grandma in every other sense of the word. And to be clear, I don’t mean gives-you-cookies-and-tissues grandma; I’m talking grumpy-hates-everything grandma. Or … Continue reading Oh My God…I’m a Grandma! (The Grump in Me)
Alive
hate all the times you settled for less for second place third for anything less than the cream in friends lovers life with God family at work at school always thinking, ‘maybe this is as good as it gets’ it’s … Continue reading Alive
Musings: A Taste of My Own Medicine
If I had to pick my most annoying habit, it would be that I like to correct people. Grammar, semantics, spelling, wrong answers, misquoted statements – if it is wrong, I will point it out. It’s a problem, and I … Continue reading Musings: A Taste of My Own Medicine
Falling
When you look into my eyes, does it feel like falling? Or are you weightlessly floating into my orbit? Does touching my skin knock you off a cliff? Or pull you upward, higher, higher, past the skyline? Do my legs … Continue reading Falling
Soulmate
There is this raging, fiery passion that draws you to him. That makes you want to climb him like a tree, nest on his lap, and never leave. That calls to you, telling you that if you don’t eliminate the … Continue reading Soulmate
Nostalgia
I woke up in a weird space today. For some reason, I feel the need to reach out to old flings, flames, and friends. See how they’re doing, say hello. Must have been last night’s dream. I do this sometimes, … Continue reading Nostalgia
An Ode to My Mother: Happy 50th Birthday!
As you turn 50 my warrior queen, I am more than honored to have you in my life. You are my light and my path The only way home that I know. You are beyond and above, the callings of … Continue reading An Ode to My Mother: Happy 50th Birthday!
Unlikely Lovers
Found this poem gathering dust in my journal, dated November 4th, 2018. Can’t remember what the inspiration was, but I hope y’all like it. The uncertainty. The silence. The risk. The promise of danger. The questions we cannot answer. The … Continue reading Unlikely Lovers
Receptionist, Anyone?
Prompt 1: Write About Your First Job My first job didn’t last 3 hours. I laugh now, but it was a total nightmare. I’d just finished high school and was spending all my time at home with nothing to do. … Continue reading Receptionist, Anyone?
The Night Crawlers
2 AM, alone with my thoughts at peace with the world just a pen in my hand and the lonely song of an owl stillness, peace, and quiet but beneath the calm, I hear the hint of a noise a … Continue reading The Night Crawlers
Identity
i know the devil’s first born son he has never met his dad he thinks the horns on his head are tiny little lamps Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Continue reading Identity
Are Relationship Standards Holding Us Back?
I was very young when I met my first boyfriend. Besides the fairytale novels that I’d spent many a night reading, I had no idea what the ideal partner was supposed to be. Should he be funny? Considerate? Tall? Emotional … Continue reading Are Relationship Standards Holding Us Back?
Introversion: Owning Spaces
Don’t let being an introvert keep you from owning spaces. Take it from an introvert, your introversion is your strength, not your crutch. You are keen, you are detail-oriented, and you listen. Your perception of the world comes from years … Continue reading Introversion: Owning Spaces
The Chie Space 