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The thief Of Sleep
I’m tired today. The kind of tired that happens after listening to your little one cough in your ear all night. When you wake up multiple times, checking to see if they’re okay, hoping they don’t throw up- again- from coughing. The kind of tired that happens when you decide things are going really well,…
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Anniversary
I got a notice yesterday, from WordPress. A small badge, a “happy anniversary” from them. So. I did it. I can’t remember why I decided to write something every day for a year. I’m not sure if it was one of those “hmm, I wonder if I can” things, or a “it’s like training for…
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iPhone
A talisman of sorts It helps to steer my day Telling me what to do Each time I drift away I think myself immune But realize I’m very wrong When I find myself glance over, The urge is just too strong It’s such a little object To have such an intense draw But it’s sway…
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Shared worlds
Every day, I go about my business, walking a fine line between trying to stay out of other peoples business, and needing to know all their details. Every day, I have the privilege the responsibility of being trusted with private information, The inner world that sometimes hasn’t been shared with anyone else. I’ve held the…
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The present
Bubbles form inside, Rising to the top Simply effervescent, Until you hear a pop The energy of a toddler Effortless and free Identical to caffeine Which sometimes buoys me Ready, set, run away Into the great beyond Nothing ventured nothing lost Except lyrics to the song Life is an enigma Understood by very few I…
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Overdrive
Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. It’s seldom found in women, And never found in men. My grandmother used to say this to me all the time, from a very early age. I’m not sure if it’s because she could see what an impatient child I was, or if she knew that…
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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.…
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Still winter
I never knew how much rage the sight of snow could provoke. I mean, it’s so pretty and white, fluffy and falling like tiny ice cream from the sky. Except, I’m so incredibly tired of seeing it. It feels sometimes that all I remember is endless landscapes of white, and winter-blue skies Where has the…
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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…
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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,…