Tag: dreams

  • Friday’s balance

    Friday’s balance

    Friday musings are always fun. The paring down and sorting into boxes of the events of the week past. It was a week full of ups and downs, but in balance, it seemed to balance. A wrinkle here and there, but nothing so earthshattering that I’ll need time to recover from, which is a luxury.…

  • White noise

    White noise

    A cacophony of sounds as loud as the sea I close my ears to the struggles around me My throat aches From words yet unsaid Truths not spoken Feelings of dread Each day another hustle Of shouts and dispair Sometimes I wonder If I even breathe air Whimpering at the noise I quiver and shake…

  • A writer’s life?

    A writer’s life?

    Monday, Monday, So good to me. It was everything I hoped it would be. I woke up and ran all by myself, with the household fast asleep until I finished. Apparently, time change meant no tiny audience watching Netflix and interrupting my (admittedly slow) treadmill exercise. And then I went to work- but this morning,…

  • Return to life

    Return to life

    Time flees on wings of zeros and ones Ripped from my mind one piece at a time Lights flashing incessant noise Short circuits my brain Anxiety passes, Replaced by numbness, Surreal and blurry Slave to the tube, the phone, the click Dopamine hits Trickles away, Leaves emptiness behind Suddenly I remember The sun The grass…

  • Nighttime musings

    Nighttime musings

    Another day of first and last Time to breathe has come and past An olive branch extended wide A soul that’s full of well earned pride A life that’s lived has been earned Lessons of life have now been learned Winter seems to never leave Two months too long for anyone to grieve As I…

  • A typical Monday

    A typical Monday

    Another winters’ day, colder than I’d like, with the crunch of snow and the bite of the arctic in the air. I hate going outside when it’s like that, And yet, it’s so pretty I can’t help but marvel at the sharp edges on everything. The air smell so crisp, like frozen life and sunshine.…

  • The weaving

    The weaving

    Strands of happiness, Twisted grief Bunched up anger, loose relief The fabric of our stories knits us together, Filled with small stitches as strong as leather The material isn’t smooth, or even in colour But without variation Life would be much duller So just remember On days when you struggle every thread adds beauty Even…

  • Snowy roads, warm hearts

    Snowy roads, warm hearts

    I woke up to the sight of snow battered windows, dawn struggling to filter past the blowing snow. I had no idea what the day would bring, other than the clearly present snow. On most Saturdays, I take the morning off my exercise routine, believing that I should rest at least a little from the…

  • Cabin fever

    Cabin fever

    I’m not quite sure when I started this blog. I remember it was March, but I don’t know if it was the beginning or the end. So, to ensure that I achieve my goal of one full year, I’ll go above and beyond by aiming for the end of the month. The thought of “what…

  • Beginning and End

    Beginning and End

    Reboot Restart Find the end Pull it apart A piece of thread Yarn unravel Worn away By years of travel Beginning and end The middles can’t meet Truth in the journey bittersweet Winter comes Summer goes Rain will fall, Cold wind blows The inevitable passes Days go by Thoughts run rampant Even life will die