A memoir in progress, about living life in unruly bodies
We think we are untouchable It’s the way that we survive The things that ail our counterparts Will never cease the way we thrive We think we are entitled To laugh and joke all day Our belief we are untouchable Keeps all our fears at bay No one is untouchable Pain is always steps away Your guard falls […]
MoreI like the way my dad stands When he is proud At attention Crown of his head Reaching for the sky Profound Powerful Dignified It makes me proud The way he stands His hands at his sides Chest puffed up Shoulders back A smile in his eyes He beams He humbles He honors And he […]
MoreI don’t pay enough attention when she speaks Her voice so sweet Like a song Washes over me Like in a trance I fade away But what if her voice is gone What will wash my soul
MoreI am profoundly sad A shell of who I was. Just a week ago Hope was renewed But now I sit Empty again
MoreI heard my mom sing today It was beautiful Especially after the doctor’s visit She’d said, it’s unusual But people have lived for years With metastatic disease She had to say unusual Why did she have to say unusual? Mom took it as hope I was gripped with fear But we heard “Strangers in the […]
MoreWhen I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone
MoreMy mom has breast cancer. What a crap thing to have to write down. I know most people probably think their mothers are magic, but mine really is. You see, just a few years ago, I had a brain tumor and the day we found it she clasped her hands around my head as I […]
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