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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  • Seed, Fire, Hammer

    Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more

  • Stop lying

    Stop mistaking church involvement for Christianity.You can pray loud, cry during worship, quote every verse folks want to hear, carry a Bible under your arm, and still be cruel to people behind closed doors,still be unsaved. Never miss a meeting or Sunday supper. You can hold a ministry position and still dodge accountability every time… 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

  • Age, loneliness, empty

    Loneliness is a promise the heart made and no one answered. It settles quietly, waiting for a voice to meet it in the spaces between old conversations, in the wind crossing a cold, gray field The horizon presses flat against the earth, wide enough to make a person disappear.Seasons pass without asking, carrying off small… 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

  • 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

  • You’re a person not a project

    If you’ve been shaped by Abandonment Schema or being left, overlooked, or loved in ways that didn’t stay steady; whether that came from childhood, a marriage, or your own family, I want to speak to you plainly, and with care. There’s nothing wrong with you. What you feel didn’t come out of nowhere. It was… 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

  • 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

  • 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