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

anger

  • We all face it

    The house no longer holds their presence, their spot at the kitchen table, and the chair in the corner is empty, the fragrance of that person is now gone The hospital bed, along with hearts and lives are empty, and thusly a piece of the lives that loved them passes too We have memories, strong… Read more

  • Seed, Fire, Hammer

    Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more

  • human trafficking…. oh to be honest

    Trapped in silence, with only the white noise pressing in around her, she had no way to escape what was happening. She was locked away, abused, hurt, and destroyed, hidden from view while human trafficking took its toll on her mind, body, and spirit. She was treated like something to be used and discarded, made… Read more

  • Grief, Stages, Truth, why?

    There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… 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

  • build it

    Grief has a way of making a room out of the body, and asking us to live there, We learn the shape of silence the weight of a phone not ringing the chair that stays occupied by absenceStill, we keep going, not because we are strong but because the morning arrives and asks for our… Read more

  • it will come or already visited

    there will be a death in your life and it will not feel like anything you prepared for, it will not be distant or softened, it will land in your chest and stay there like it belongs you will lose someone and with them every future you did not even realize you were building around… Read more

  • xenodochy

    the weight settles softly, inside the chest, inside the breathsomething unnamed aches, without edges, without reasonit lingers quietly, asking nothing, taking space days blur together, carried by habit, carried by strainwe move through hours, half present, half fadingstill something reaches, even in the dullness, even in the hurt a stranger appears, fragile and distant, yet… Read more

  • to whom it may concern

    sorry… I’m sorry… that’s like throwing a plate on the floor and the ceramic bursts into 1000 pieces,,,, SORRY will not put it back together! apologies, mending, weaving, creating, rebuilding, fresh water, fresh food……. I’ve been thinking about what you’ve been going through, and I need to say this clearly because you deserve to hear… Read more