Archive for November, 2011
I am me…
I am… I am… A mother Gently pressing lips Against a little boy’s cheek As he dreams I am… Shy The quietest person In a room full of friends And yet I am… Helpful Because I want to be liked And not left out As I used to be I am… Apologetic Fearful of [Read More]
On Fulfilling a Tragic Birthday Wish
For me, one of the most remarkable aspects of Facebook is that it provides so many of us with an opportunity to come full circle; to reach beyond the relatively shallow aspects of our former, younger selves and build on the positive aspects of the relationships of our [Read More]
Phoenix Rising
With blackened wings, she takes flight Fleeing through a starless night Scattered ashes fleck the sky She is phoenix rising And in her darkness, she cries For stars burned out before their time Never had the chance to shine She is phoenix rising She knows the road to hell [Read More]
