Introspection (Page 4)

Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.

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A black and white photo of people, fists raised, protesting in front of the White House, Washington, DC. Taken May 30th, 2020, at a Black Lives Matter rally.

We have all known the narcissistic bully on the playground. For those of us who have lived long enough to see how those stories pan out, we have seen the pain, fear, and self-doubt that many of those bullies were dealing with under the surface.

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An old tree, devoid of leaves, sits atop a layered red sandstone cliff. Above it, a darkened, cloud-filled sky creates an ominous backdrop.

All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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A couple holding hands, facing toward the sun, with a bright sun flare between the silhouetted fingers against a pale blue sky.

hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.

the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.

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Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.


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