I came across this song the other day, "A Letter To Everyone Who's Hurt Me," and it really struck a chord. I mean really. How do you learn what love and respect are supposed to feel like when you grow up being shown one thing but being told or experiencing something completely different? Uncomfortable truth:... Continue Reading →
throwing away the one ring
At some point several years ago, I'd stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn't wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by... Continue Reading →
A Cottage in Appalachia
Not my cottage garden entrance but so you get the vibe... I've been busily unpacking and settling into the first home I've properly had since I left for the hospital four and a half years ago. I had a deep feeling when I left that day that I wasn't just saying see ya later to... Continue Reading →
“DIY” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get... Continue Reading →
even under ice
even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
goodnight he whispered at the moon drifting slowly across his sky as if he’d been speaking to her it didn’t matter that she would not hear him as he woke in his day and she faded into her night alone he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.
i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.