it is always youwhoholds the powerto awakenme Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt... And feeling very deeply some F. Scott Fitzgerald vibes.
It was no small amount of frustration waiting for doors to open but sometimes the right doors are only found at the end of a very long hallway. Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Soft words like breezes Whisper tenderly and leave Footprints in the soul Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Things were complicated No one wants to stay whereThings are unhappyToxic and unfulfilling But all too often Excuses are foundWith reasons to stay When the reasons to stay Should be to stay healthy Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
It was intoxicating The woodfire smoke Curling up in ringletsFrom the small stone circleFlames dancing softly The soft breeze blowingShaking golden leaves of the aspen treesLike so many oversized sequinsTinkling like little bells The sound of little drops of waterFalling through the canopyLayer by layer to the groundAnd into the fog below The woodsy, organic … Continue reading Woodsy
It was all an illusionStepfordly soThe perfect coupleThe happy family snapshotsWhen other people were aroundThe smoke and mirrors ruled"I love you sweetheart," was spokenColdly, without emotion,The words were right But the feeling behind themWas completely wrongBut when there wasNo one else aroundThe truth was painfully obviousThat there was no loveNot anymorePerhaps not everAnd no bandaids … Continue reading Illusion
There's a taboo about talking honestly about things in our society but I am one of those irritatingly honest people that laughs at those "social norms" because those things limit understanding and personal empowerment. So as an amputee, I'm not going to hide behind the proverbial green door in favor of the taboo that says … Continue reading Beyond the Green Door: I’m No Grey Man