i stand alone

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i stand alone in a room
empty doorway in
empty doorway out
blue carpet
gray walls
no chairs
white flowers in black ceramic pots
a skirted table
i can’t remember the color of the skirted cloth
polished mahogany box
free of adornment
set on the skirted table
whose skirted cloth color I can’t remember
i’m alone
yet I’m not the only body in the room
two bodies
skin head arms legs face hands feet hair nose fingers eyes lips
two faces that look so much alike
mirrors of each other
one younger
one older
the same high cheekbones
the same full lips
the same almond shaped eyes
the same blood embodied in veins
one flowing and warm
one still and cold
a heart that no longer beats
a heart that is broken, yet still beats
my heart
broken
i stand alone in a room
with tears streaming
i caress her soft cheek
and say one final goodbye

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a moment of clarity

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I shared this pic a few days ago on FB. It resonated so much with me. With where I am heading. When I read this, it was like my whole body let out a sigh. I just want to be comfortable in my own skin. Yes. I do. Continue reading

fire breathing words

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That feeling you get when your first story starts forming in your head. In your heart. In your body.

The words stream across your mind like a blurry old silent black & white film reel when you close your eyes. You feel sounds become words. Dissociated at first. No order. Just whizzing by like the shots of machine gun fire. Random words working hard to string together and form into cohesive thoughts.

Letters flowing through your veins. Mixing with your oxygen your blood your plasma your marrow your tears your saliva. Picking up tissue and cells along the way. Pieces of you. Ripping them away from you.

Colliding. Combining. Dividing. Multiplying.

Words that bring up feelings that bring up more words. More feelings.

Memories. Whispers. Screams. Tears. Truths.

Colliding. Combining. Dividing. Multiplying.

Senseless at first. Growing bolder and stronger and louder. Taking on a life of their own. Escaping your body through your breath your pores your sweat. Oozing.

Breathing words like breathing fire. Heat and flames. Igniting. Searing.

Swirling. Breathing. Multiplying. Screaming. Burning. Fighting.

Forcing their way to the page. Fighting for their life. For their chance to tell their story.