I won’t be one to get standing ovations or trophies, and I’ll never have the key to any city, but I will wait here in my superhero pose until you pay me your attention because I am doing something here, you should see me.

If you come to me I will feed you and clothe you, I will listen to you (because that’s what people seem to need the most), I will make sure you have a warm place to go when I send you on your way, and I will never ask for or expect a thing in return. … Read the rest

I’ve already lived a million lives in different bodies and places and times, and now I’m on the downhill slide, ready to try it all again.

Will I do better next time at appreciating everything offered to me, or will I once again drown under the weight of my regrets?

I’ll still cry over every mountain I haven’t climbed, every ocean I haven’t touched, and every starry sky I didn’t dance under, but at least -and only just once – I got to dance with you.

This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: How old do you … Read the rest