Thought Salad

Tag: loss

  • Clairvoyant

    Clairvoyant

    The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…

  • December 30th

    December 30th

  • Darkness and light

    Darkness and light Neither exists without the night And the day to light the way Both within, Always without To cast away one Is to let in the doubt Breathe in the air Exhale the earth Sister and brothers Death after birth Endless the loop Of laughter and pain Grief and suffering Humour and gain…

  • Death and the Mother

  • Clarity

  • High water

    Today started far too early. I woke before the dawn, unable to still my racing thoughts. Monday’s are a struggle, especially with too little sleep. But even though my list of things to do is short, it’s left me somehow bereft, at sea with myself. I hold onto the board and wonder how I got…

  • Old friend

    Old friend

    Hello, old friend. It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit I had thought – No, it was silly of me to assume. You’ve never been one To call in advance, announcing your presence before arriving at my door. You’ve always just walked right in, and made yourself at home. Sitting down, pouring yourself…

  • Northern time

    Northern time

    I was a new grad out on my own terrified by how much I still didn’t know I told myself I could look things up ask for help; Using bandages To mask my insecurity The reality was so different Initial terror faded in the face of hectic days, sleepless nights. Patch jobs, transferring patients elsewhere…

  • Hands

    Hands

    Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…

  • Broken

    I’m a well-oiled machine Except Parts are falling off Beginning to rust Overloaded Burnt out Struggling to hang on Emotions threaten Drowning out the light Burying me under The sky grows dark