Month: August 2018

Strolling About the Port

  I am accepting the reality that my family bonds have forever been compromised by my sister’s addiction and the aftermath that followed it.  My mother’s enabling and the lack of remorse and accountability my sister expresses, has left me painfully aware of the…

The Story of Us

The Story of Us I feel you around me, Beside me, inside me. Your Breath, my lips, Your hands, my hips.   The fear dissipating, The storm, abating. The calm of the sea, An understood liberty.   Together, Apart, The Ending, the start. Your…

That Fear

That Fear It’s still there, That fear. It’s still there.   I can’t recall, A time when I was free. Please, Let me be. Don’t waste it on me. I’m not doing anything about it.   It’s still there, That fear. It’s still there….

An Owl’s Insight

An Owl’s Insight   Bent, Bloodied in a corner, Eye lids, stitched and sealed. Engulfed in darkness, A stench stops those who venture near.   A great facade, a circus, Of Bells, whistles and cheer. Laughing gaily, tiptoeing through the forest, Amongst the encroaching…

Longing to Connect

Has anyone else loved someone who is struggling with addiction?  I have.  Love isn’t easy sometimes and there isn’t an instruction manual.  Emotions can be difficult to process, especially when we are holding conflicting ones in the same space.  Below, I share a piece…

Hello Grief.

Hello Grief. For so long I avoided you, gave you the silent treatment, ran the other way.  I wouldn’t let you stay. I thought the layers of pain caused by abandonment, betrayal, invalidation, and neglect would be intolerable to acknowledge. I sit with you…