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 reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
Kitchen table morning bend from dreams that haunt To which coffee cup is an appropriate mood fitWhen the challenge of the day will be How to complete a thought without it Breaking down to the minutiae The sentiments and emotions that cut deep And take a lifetime to heal or at the very least mend …
I dance in the rain allowing the tears of angels to jump from aboveand dance...along with meMy heart sings a particular tune, more of a hum; soothing the child within me We are connected by the separations, dots and dasheshands held in unisonI dance wrapped in fear, hope and the light of the goddessesacknowledging what …
On this day I sit in the quiet, meditate on the sound Of my own breathing; aware of the rise and fall of my chest The way my heartbeats and slows down as I drift away I reflect and I vow not to deny events or the people That tore at the fabric of who …
What will it take to push past the moment where all my thoughts are tangled and memories, images keep weaving between tears and anger? there is no rational; truth or lies that can change the outcome the place I've landed is foreign to me uncomfortable, unprotected and roaming in the wilderness of ambivalence and uncertainty …
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Trilby Yates 