Grief (Page 4)
The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
Forever Home (a poem)
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
whispers (a poem)
everything is here
for but a moment
like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing
vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day
A Meaningful Life (article)
The definition of living a meaningful life
will differ for each person.
To some it may be to strive
for a form of greatness.
To others it may be
to make it through each day.
(405 words)
Andy (a poem)
I wish I had spoken
one simple, kind word.
It may well have been
the only one heard.
Now it’s much too late.
Life goes on without.
Memories will fade
but regrets they do not.
It’s been a while (a poetic letter)
My mom used to write letters at the end of each year, to keep friends and family up to date on the happenings in our family.
I hadn’t written any poetry in a while. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote a little update letter of my own.
This morning (article)
The clarity I seek is regarding how to remain calm
amidst the storms swirling round about me,
how to be of help and live compassionately
towards those in most dire need,
those who may not appreciate or understand
the choices I make each day.
(1,108 words)
I find it funny (a poem)
I find it funny,
not in a humorous way,
that I have hope.
That I can still have hope.
…I just keep holding on.
“I remember” (a poem)
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.










