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

grief

  • 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

  • Memory, Tribute,

    Written at a time of National mourning, leadership, and sacrifice. Penned when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated….. O Captain! My CaptainO Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,’ The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting: But O heart!… 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

  • Disorganized Chaotic Attachment

    Seeking love Fearing Love Sweet, conflicted heart, I know how it feels to want someone so badly it aches, and at the same time feel your whole body whisper, danger.One moment you’re reaching, the next you’re running. One moment you’re clinging, the next you go quiet. You might think you’re crazy, but you’re not. You’re… Read more

  • I don’t know what to do

    When someone says, “I don’t know what I’d do without my Mom/Dad.” I just stay quiet, I tremble, I get angry, I am glad they feel safe, I hurt!See, at 57 I’m still trying to figure that out. I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to live in a world where their… 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 you, from me

    There are no words that feel big enough for what you were to me, but I carry them anyway because it’s all I have to reach for you.When I think of you, I don’t just remember faces, I remember a feeling. A world that was softer, lighter, and full in a way that’s hard to… Read more