Tears drip quietly. Each drop takes my pain away. I can see the Light. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #327: drip and drop.
I am Still Here, Just a Little Off-Kilter
Ever since I had a hospital stay about three weeks ago, I have been off-kilter and unable to find my way to write or do anything constructive. I have changed the way I eat, which is difficult after 68 years of eating what I want, if not what I needed. It's like I am in... Continue Reading →
Escaping the Box of Depression: Photo Challenge
Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels.com Disassociation is what the doctors called it. It will soon get better with these pills, they said. But many weeks went by without a sign of relief, As the depression continued to fill me with dread. Constant darkness hovered, with no lights in sight, I had to find a better... Continue Reading →
When Nature Speaks, The Heart Listens
Knocking on the tree. Nature serenades my heart. A woodpecker's song. I thought up this poem as I walked through the woods last week and heard knocking against a tree. I asked Douglas what was the sound, and looking up into the trees, he spotted a red head moving back and forth on a nearby... Continue Reading →
Out of the Darkness: Fandango’s Friday Flashback Post, September 13, 2019
Fandango's Friday Flashback asks us to expose newer readers to earlier posts that they might not have seen from the same day years ago. I have only been posting two years, so I went back to September, 2017, when I was first started this blog. This was the closest to September 13th I could get.... Continue Reading →
Discovering Life’s Joys: First Line Friday
The most peculiar thing happened on the eleventh of November, just as the snow had begun to drift down. As Katie watched Mother Nature begin to cover earth with a blanket of whiteness, she heard what sounded like a small explosion. She wondered what the noise was about, but she had become used to keeping to... Continue Reading →
When Your Mind Becomes a Foriegn Country
I woke up, looked in the mirror, and, although the face was the same, something was different. I did not feel like myself. It seemed as though, sometime during the night, I had become separated from myself. Â Felt as though my mind had become a foreign country, and I did not speak the language there.... Continue Reading →
Climbing Out of the Darkness
I have dark days. My husband can sometimes detect that something is off with me, but, more likely, I have to tell him that I am having a bad day, and that I need to be left alone to deal with it. I still shop, clean, and do my job. I just feel like I... Continue Reading →
Out of the Darkness
I did not know what was happening. When I boarded the bus or the train to work, I would break out in a sweat and my heart would beat so hard that I just knew other people could hear it. I believed I was dying, and I was terrified of dying among strangers. Fellow passengers... Continue Reading →