Crashing Dreams

  None could predict the madness living in a childhood nightmare would become reality. Not for us anyway. We could not imagine it might become our story. Monsters aren’t supposed to dwell in our closets or under the bed but sometimes they do, disguised in the apathetic dressing of those who proclaim loyalty. That’s the most difficult part, being brave: having the courage to feel … Continue reading Crashing Dreams

Migration

  I see you. Mired in madness, struggling to be free, you search for a way out. Embrace this journey as those butterflies in your stomach feel more like carnivorous crabs piercing the pit of your soul. Sometimes we must descend into darkness. Sometimes we must view reality through a skewed lens to gain perspective. I see you. We belong to the same kind, the … Continue reading Migration

Fearless

  With a penchant for following her heart, being driven mad by inconsistent expectations became familiar territory Choosing this path, choosing to follow a heart made vulnerable created the woman she’d hoped to become, one bolstered by conviction where despair held no claim Strength defines freedom blazing a trail through chaos to a place of peace photo: Bing Images prompts: MLMM Heeding Haiku, #BentHalos, #SableSwanV, … Continue reading Fearless

Desiré

Like the ground, sunbaked and barren, a wasteland built on years without rain Desiré becomes complacent seeking to quench her thirst with a single tear Choking on silence that rambles across ruined lives Desiré becomes frail seeking to satisfy her needs with a single word Existing in perpetual darkness, a world without connection Desiré becomes desperate seeking a sliver of sunlight with a single plea … Continue reading Desiré

Man of Few Words

At first glance, there was something unsettling about this man with steel grey eyes that pierced even the darkest shadows A man of few words, he set to work carefully displaying bouquets of flowers on his cart by the riverside the brilliant colors, a sharp contrast to his somber countenance His gnarled fingers, covered in fingerless gloves that had long since lost their form gently … Continue reading Man of Few Words

No Nevermind

Often alone, even on Visiting Day, she wandered the halls in her threadbare robe shuffling heel to toe, heel to toe and muttered nevermind, no nevermind, no Always following the same path driven by melodies of her youth she’d find a patch of sunlight there by the windows covered in bars the scent of roses overpowered the antiseptic the laughter of children blocked moans of … Continue reading No Nevermind