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

blossoming

  • Let it exist, let it

    I came from Oklahoma: not a caricature of dust and drawl, not a name stitched to a stereotype, but a person shaped by open skies, by long roads, by the quiet dignity of knowing who I am I speak with the education life required of me, with words gathered carefully, because some feelings deserve more… Read more

  • Yes I am thine forever

    Flower by flower, she answered, petal by petal, a softer language grew between usWhat began as a single bloom became a quiet devotion, a patience laid gently over skin and silence Each blossom found its place as if it had been waiting there, each one a small yes taking shape in the lightI watched love… 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

  • 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

  • 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