Poetry Friday: Staining Cement

Staining Cement Last night when we held hands I felt your heart beat so fast and I wondered why mine didn't. You know I love you but my heart stayed steady, so the blood in me stayed cool. I liked your hand, all warm and strong and wrapped snug in mine, you saying you didn't … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Staining Cement

Poetry Friday: Enough

Enough   I will shake with sobs on the couch in the office, cover my face and wish it were over.   I will build a pyramid of used tissues in my lap as my tears stream; slowly working through the questions, and, even harder, the answers.   I will leave thinking I am through—too … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Enough

Poetry Friday: Group Therapy and So Young

Group Therapy Everyone laughs; it’s then I feel that, though broken, we might be okay. So Young Your face is red. Transparent tracks of tears wash your cheeks. A tissue rubs at your nose. A dozen eyes focus in. Not even a breath disturbs the silence of your sobs. So young, little child, so young … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Group Therapy and So Young

We’re All a Little Crazy

These are things I tell myself when I feel an anxiety attack coming on, which happens about once on good days. You are invisible. People who look at you can't really see you. Humans can smell fear. As long as you don't act afraid, they won't hurt you. Name off as many words as you … Continue reading We’re All a Little Crazy