Windowsill view of a world that has stood still for seven years Seven years and all I can do and all I can say is that the mirrored image of myself doesn't hold a candle to the image or the wisdom of Dorian Gray Self imposed isolation so many demons to slay ghosts that have …
Tag: lung cancer
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
I Live With No Regrets
Wishful thinking a few Hail Mary's and an Act Of Contrition thrown in for good luck - keeps me honest when I spend to much time alone... Once you asked if I was raised as a Catholic girl Big Apple shines bright in beautiful Italian brown eyes you said All I could see were emerald …
Your Shirt
Self portrait Warm breeze and sunshine off in the distance is a sound so familiar it makes me weep whispers I love you and sighs of contentment leave me wandering in rooms from the past the day to day never dull or mundane the scent of you remains... I wear your shirt arms wrapped around …
Twitter – jump off – 8.21.12 to date and counting…. 1 - His song is carried in the wind like a breath from a past filled with love 2 - I'm lost in a world of memories, music and thought - my words, my writing keep me sane...for the most part 3 - Q. Do …
Tidal Push
February, Valentines Day 2007. We celebrated the way lovers do. We had hope and such a bright future planned. Our time felt fluid and the perfection was without mention... Two days later it was as if someone had cut the cord; our lifeline snapped and everything changed, shifted forever. Lung cancer, stage 4... We now …
Time Line
Some people say to me With good intentions Possible discomfort - or lack of experience It's time to move forward Start living your life Reminding me repeatedly I am no longer married to you I am no longer your wife Hold your head up sweet darling You don't need to cry - anymore ...that is …
In The Mirror
Images drone on meshed together with the sounds that play off key in a mind that can’t seem to wander beyond the walls of one room one room that held a heart and has kept a soul from progressing on to the next phase the next stage of the grief process what ever it is …
Trilby Yates 