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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  • Open your heart

    I think stepping forward frightens people because it means leaving behind the things they know, even when those things have already finished their work in their lives Familiar things have a way of holding on to us all. Sometimes people live on old memories as though they are enough to carry them through the cold,… Read more

  • People, yeah!

    There are always going to be people who misunderstand you. Some, no matter how carefully you live or how honestly you try to explain yourself will meet you with disdain.There will be criticism, judgment, hurtful words, and sometimes rumors that have no business being created or repeated. Yes, it is natural to want to set… Read more

  • Per aspera ad astra

    Per aspera ad astra, I whisper to the rearview mirror as the road lifts me out of New Brunswick past trees that remember more of me than I will admit or the river holds my older names without asking me to stay boxes shift softly like unfinished thoughts in the back seat as I am… Read more

  • Grace 444

    The light settles low over the grass, warm as a hand laid easy on a tired shoulder Wind moves through the field in a slow, plain way, carrying the scent of dust, wild bloom, and summer heat She lies still as if the earth itself has made room for her rest Nothing asks for hurry… 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

  • Southern Answers work

    In the quiet of somethin’ you cain’t quite name, just turn your heart up toward Heaven like it is, no fixin’, no dressin’ it up There’s a stillness that don’t ask you to explain yourself none, it just waits on you, in a slow breath, in that little pause where everything eases down Let it… 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

  • 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