It was one thing to fly to another country alone, but to sleep and wake and walk, to live within said country... that was something else entirely.
Arms raised with signs above my head, I echoed their voices and they echoed mine.
In my experience, travel has always been synonymous with vulnerability. There is something about being in an unfamiliar place, away from home (and my bed), that cracks me open and spreads me bare. And though I always discover something new about myself (e.g. resilience, courage, the ability to consume a whole pizza on my own...), … Continue reading My First Solo Adventure: New York City
An open letter to all those who feel broken or lost
I've never had a person, place, or thing exceed my expectations so spectacularly as Paris did.
"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." -Paulo Coelho Have you ever read The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho? If you haven't, you should. Like, right now. Very few books have influenced my life as greatly, as profoundly, as this one has. This book is all about pushing you … Continue reading On finding what you want & making it happen
Muddy reflection Fractured glass Godless sky Mirrored ruin Love in void Moon dodges sun Life at loss Storm evades springtime Love breathes in void Sun sights moon Rise life, loss Stormy eyes evade Breathe, then fall Seek their sight Rise, out away Leave our eyes Godless reflection Fractured sky Muddy glass Ruined mirrors written 2/3/18
You held me so well Like a pool cushions water, Like glass carries light You helped me to fly Like wind beneath feathers, Like the moon in the night With you, I was safe I built walls up Only let you in It was certainty Absolute, resolute Until the door crept open And you snuck … Continue reading comfort zone
You left, leaving Shards of broken glass You weren't there Nothing ever lasts Gaping wounds Incessant pain Like fault lines Never formed again Where you were Only sky remains Dusk and dawn Feel one, the same Once I knew you Thought you knew me But now, only this Somber soliloquy If I asked you now … Continue reading leaving
Maybe it is the evidence of lives Once lived, that live no longer. Maybe it is lungs devoid of air, Eyes without something to see. Maybe it is the silence of the trees And the beauty of the blossoms. Maybe it is death, engulfed so starkly by life. A reminder that my thoughts are not … Continue reading stone reflections
This girl, I know her. There is her face, and I know her. The curve of her shoulders, Knuckles and ankles and veins. Her eyes see but are not seen. Her soul speaks, never heard. There is joy and life and fear in Ever scar, every inch of her skin. Not so long ago, I … Continue reading self portrait
It was her warmth That brought me rest That calmed my mind That healed my soul It was her smile That gave me mine That pulled me out That made me whole It was her voice That sweetly led That softly sang That whispered hope It is her love That builds me up That never … Continue reading Mother
In the front yard of our house growing up, there was a very large and unweildy pine tree. I remember one Christmas time, Mom decided she was going to brighten up that formidable monster by wrapping it up in twinkle lights. She stood at the base, bundled up in layers of winter clothes, and slowly … Continue reading My Mother: A Christmas Wonder Woman
I think I found her Myself, that is Forgive me for the delay But I never stopped looking for you, I still haven't. Maybe finding you will be like finding me: Uphill both ways Feet stuck in the mud Heart held under a steel toe My labored breaths and tired shoulders made lighter Maybe it … Continue reading find you