Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

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  • Pirouette 444

    After the dance, after that last soft pirouette,she settled into the hush of evening then sat still as if under a spell She did so just to think, to breathe, to gather herself back together It was a moment that carried a quiet kind of grace, as light as something heaven sent, yet honest as… Read more

  • Oak Trees and Bean Stalks

    An oaktree begins as an acorn in the dirt, and has everything it needs already there deep inside. It roots where it falls because real growth is not about motion:It is about depth. Now people are often taught that if they are moving, they must be progressing. Going from A to B, one plan to… Read more

  • Disorganized Chaotic Attachment

    Seeking love Fearing Love Sweet, conflicted heart, I know how it feels to want someone so badly it aches, and at the same time feel your whole body whisper, danger.One moment you’re reaching, the next you’re running. One moment you’re clinging, the next you go quiet. You might think you’re crazy, but you’re not. You’re… Read more

  • heart, life,

    She stands in the hush before thought becomes breath, her presence gathered from shadow, warmth, and stillness The water holds her like a private hymn; reeds, dusk, and weathered light keep their distance, as here is something old in her composure Something Gothic in the way silence clings to her, although the air around her… Read more

  • is no more

    I carry the sound of vanished roomsthe warmth of tables I cannot return toand the names that still live softly in my mind I walk through the day with a broken lightas if every step is a question and every silence is listening back There is no map for this kind of ache only the… Read more

  • swerve to miss it

    They said it was recovery, a room full of folding chairs and coffee steam rising, stories spilling like confession without a cross. They said it was healing, 12 steps, 8 principles, 52 weeks on repeat, a cycle dressed like progress that keeps you circling the same drain. Celebrate Recovery calls itself Christ centered, but listen… Read more

  • Avoidant Attachment

    To the one who learned to stand on their own, to avoidant attachment patterns…. Somewhere along the way, you picked up a story that sounds like this:“I can take care of myself.”“Getting close to people just complicates things.”“If I don’t need anyone, nobody gets the chance to hurt me.” If truth be told, that story… Read more

  • You’re a person not a project

    If you’ve been shaped by Abandonment Schema or being left, overlooked, or loved in ways that didn’t stay steady; whether that came from childhood, a marriage, or your own family, I want to speak to you plainly, and with care. There’s nothing wrong with you. What you feel didn’t come out of nowhere. It was… Read more

  • Sexually Abused Seniors

    Pocket Thoughts It’s real, it happens all across America and Canada and beyond. I’ve lost a grandmother abused in such vile ways, and a grandfather murdered in a nursing home while wearing a straight jacket, at age 89 and it’s disgusting and angering. Yet so many are tossed in the system and left by their… Read more

  • Fawn Response

    Pocket Thoughts To the one who learned to smile while dying inside. Your fawning is not weakness. It is a survival strategy. It kept you alive. Yet, it does not have to run your life forever. When the urge to please gets loud, pause; Put a hand on your chest. Feel your feet on the… Read more