the first night
we spent in a hotel together
did not go as planned
the room was not
the one we pictured and dreamed of
the view was not as good as we’d hoped,
a music festival blared through
the closed windows
I was never able to shake
the nerves that gripped me
from the very start
you didn’t want to go out
you didn’t want to do anything
we just laid in bed together
and watched Ford vs. Ferrari
while I hoped you weren’t
thinking the whole time
what I know to be true in my soul
that I’d … Read the rest
Tag: life (Page 3 of 4)
You must draw a line somewhere,
mark the spot of no return –
if someone crosses your boundary
you have to be able to say:
“Look, I showed you.
I told you what would happen
if you didn’t start respecting me.”
It’s your job to decide
what you will and will not
tolerate, even from the people
you have always loved the most.
When you’re broken and
still breaking, go to the ocean.
Remember that salt water
is the cure for everything.
Take off your shoes and socks
and wiggle your toes in the sand
before you start walking.
Go … Read the rest
You were the most gentle friend.
You were not comforting, but
your skin and hair and body were soft,
smooth, soothing to the touch.
You never seemed to understand
what you were doing wrong
until you had already done it,
and as much as you want to please,
you more often end up fumbling
to find an excuse for the things you do
and worse, the things you don’t do.
Pivot, I said.
If you don’t change things,
if we can’t change things between us,
if we can’t turn them around and
start our way down a whole different road,… Read the rest
I woke up at 5:30 this morning, which I try to do every day that I work my day job.
See how I said “work my day job”?
Maybe if I keep telling myself it’s just my day job, I will once again be able to tell people with confidence that I am a writer.
A writer who has barely written or shared anything she’s written in years, besides snippets of poetry and prose catered to prompts.
Not that I’m complaining about writing prompts, I love writing prompts. They get me writing faster and with more speed and enthusiasm than … Read the rest
Things are hard – harder than they’ve been in ages.
But I’m patient, I’m dedicated, and I’m not giving up.
When people ask me how I got through these years I’ll tell them, It was my deep inner strength, and they won’t believe me but I’ll smile at them anyway because at least I know it’s true.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: What are your favorite tools? Tell us in 3 lines.
