Beauty of another morning, broken only by inner grief,
not wanting to talk, feeling an intense silence filling
my being with it's deepened emptiness.
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Culminating in a brief period of sunny haze,
no response or sound emanating from within.
A being of silence formed by life's
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Rising and continuing to go forward, nothing else
can beat the path that Trump has now created for
America.
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When my Mom died, I didn't ever want to have friends or relationships again, thinking, what's the sense? they'll only die too! .
Just wanting to stay home, be safe, not have to reach out to anyone.
It's natural and normal when you're hurting so much, because the grief is so personal. It's hard to share it.
There is no advice to give, the only thing I know of to do is walk through the grief, however long it will take.
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Nighttime collections of moon rays being spread upon
the surface of ocean's in this world, a beauty untold.
Reflections of the moon being seen upon the surface
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Reality hitting hard at times, knocking one to the
ground, taking away our breath.
Dreams being confiscated, trampled upon, leaving
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Falling out of the depths of life, losing control,
a fire burning in my soul.
Interior spirituality filling me with an exceptional
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Sandwiched between feelings and emotions are rhythms
of our lives, regulating what we do and how we react
to situations.
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Stepping into the night, set in rhythms of the universe,
listening for rays of moonlight as they shine upon earth.
Touching beauty of a desert landscape as I write poetry,
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Hearing a voice coming from some unknown source,
touching my mind carefully with a gentle hand.
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