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

death

  • 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

  • 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

  • With but one…

    Here I sit, whole yet broken. I once could fly, I once could soar,I once could reach heights unknown.I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone. I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach… Read more

  • Even

    The chair once occupiednow sits empty, alonekept company only by flowersand a flickering candle. Quills lie abandoned in their baskets,their stories unfinished. The mirror, once alivewith dress fittings, careful hands,and reflections of quiet beauty,now offers nothing backonly a hollow, singular stare. There is an ache in losing everythingthat most will never know,but for the hundreds… Read more

  • Traffick with no stop signs

    It is a cruel world, and not in some distant, abstract way people like to talk about when they want to feel thoughtful but untouched. I mean here.I mean now. I mean the roads you drive, the towns you trust, the places with familiar names that are supposed to mean safety. Because somewhere between Hartland… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Dad

    He went to the hospital, and somehow the world decided it was allowed to keep spinning, like nothing had been taken, like nothing had been shattered. 2 People showed up with soft voices and rehearsed sympathy, offering phrases that sounded more like exits than comfort:“be strong,” “time heals,” “you’ll get through it.”, and my favorite… Read more

  • friends, or frienemies

    If we would become the friends of Jesus…..we must forsake the friendship of this world… (James 4:4)…..”Know ye not that the friendshipof the world…..is hostility with God? Whosoever thereforewill be a friend of the world…is the enemy of God.” We cannot share our friendship……meaning we can’t Walk with Christ while sleeping with Satan We are God’s… Read more