I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
Do we wait and listen or do we take immediate action? response or distraction left right shuffle...do we hear the cries see the blood soaked streets with a reality that really touches us to the core? Or do we detract and ignore? Every day here or there we hear the gun shots we feel forsaken …
Late night steam roller street lights shimmer and all I can hope for is an uneventful return to my home safe haven middle of the bed sleepless nights I've lost the power of prayer uneasy borderline reckless and I can't guarantee the right path is the one to take choices made promises unspoken holding wounds close …
We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
There are surreal moments fireflies flash of light in the dark electrifying shiver no lingering wisp of air left cheek touch gently and pause no hushed words carried in the wind to lead the way moments that are blinding heart breaking breathtaking leaving me drenched in memories memories that have haunted and humored me for …
I walked with you only to learn what it meant to feel sand and sea washing over me Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses and freeing the soul Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack and slumber eases its way backward; - nothing short of insomnia I walked with …
Old photographs Father front center Children in awe eyes wide Mothers hands tightly folded sepia images wrapped neatly pieces of linen loosely regarded memories change with the passing of time tied with a tender touch obsessive perfection silk ribbon once brilliant sapphire shade of blue faded edges similar to the way stories of the past …
Silence wraps around me a blanket of blushed tones silky white to touch tints of gray speckled from edge to edge never knowing if I am coming or going questioning - have I been here all along and there is a sense of harshness in the thoughts that wash over me my faith is an …
Taking a long deep beautiful breath in Slowly accepting it, gently holding it... A cherished memento Until the capacity of my lungs - fill Feeling the pressure, the build up, the freedom, and the release of all that has held me back; kept me in my own self imposed sanction Long insightful walks down stone …