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

embarrassment

  • sides or side or who

    We grow up thinking someone will come… someone will fix it… someone will save us… but somewhere along the way… it becomes this:your side… my side… their side… his side… her side… lines appear… not on maps… but in living rooms… across dinner tables… inside conversations that used to feel safe… one person chooses red…… 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

  • 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

  • Truth, not embarrassing,

    Being dependable quietly became my identity, and somewhere along the way I trained myself to swallow my own needs so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. Not my parents or Grandparents, but people: MaybeChurch folk who never found good in any or always had to gossip, complain and whine like nursing babies on dumb-titsOrFolks in the community,… Read more