For others, it’s grief and anxiety — We remember the Sara Lee Frozen carrot cake And the Pink Canister of Almond Roca Wrapped in Golden foil We remember a lazy Susan With black olives, One for each finger We remember laughter And togetherness, We remember when We once had a family Time took its toll And everyone has…

From living to our full potential? — The fear that we are not good enough Or what will they think? The hypervigilance and loneliness of a life filled with anxiety and fear can be rough. Many of us go through life Pushing down our thoughts of tragedy Remorse or worry and bury them with drinks, food Shopping, busyness, or sex…

and I am in love again — Life and love can be hard on their own but even harder together. We meet and find we have those fluttering butterflies in our tummies. Making out for hours is the standard; their touch gives us goosebumps. We get excited when they call or text and it is fun To be…

Even at the grocery store. — I need Jesus. I feel that deeply. There is no hope in this world without knowing there is an infinite power larger than my own. I did the classic “fall to your knees surrender” years ago after a life half-lived, believing that I wasn’t worth saving. For years, I have…

I’ve said it before — I’m out — I won’t keep up with the Jones’s I won’t compare lawns I don’t care about the size Of your garage Or the size of your Package Your bragging turns Me green Your oversharing The positive makes Me wonder about The truth Can we be real here? I am out. I want…

I quit — I am not buying What you are selling We have no rights We have no say I am not voting Because my voice does Not matter I’m out I no longer Find myself On the left or the right I don’t watch the news And I no longer want To…

Let’s catch up — So many things to say as I feel like I have been avoiding my best friend. I’ve been keeping secrets from you and for that I am sorry. I haven’t been able to sit down and face you. I’ve been distracted and trying to find peace in outward things and…

I feel so alone in this great big city — Where nobody knows my name I loved being the mysterious one. “I’m not from Around here,” I’d say. To passersby I looked Confident And self-assured I wore my boots high And my jeans too I was a fashion Icon From somewhere else You envy me, don’t you? I walked and…

What if I don’t feel any love? — Why do I only feel hatred? Because they know something I don’t and are smug about it They have an air of superiority Like they are better Then the likes of me Like they are tougher And made from more That their Midwest roots Make them Harder workers And working is all that…