swimming hard against the current in choppy white surf running barefoot in cold wet sand legs straining aching but afraid to stop to breathe what

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
swimming hard against the current in choppy white surf running barefoot in cold wet sand legs straining aching but afraid to stop to breathe what
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering
melancholy an aquamarine tide that washes over me flooding my banks piercing my sea walls reminding me how deeply human I am how delicate how
Sappho wrote that words we leave unspoken will be wept if true soliloquies must rest like sugar undissolved on my tongue © 2017 Revised 2019
tiny fractures fan out a spider web at the point of impact where your thoughtlessly dismissive words became an ice pick that pierced my glass
you held me in tender embrace in your deepest heart we lived together laughed together dreamed together breathed together unfathomable that anyone could take my
contours of my heart so crisp so clear at sixteen when I was bold definite confident sure when did lines begin to shift blurred beneath the
This piece was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective winter settles into my bones making itself at home cold steals silent stealthy under doorways
how many times had she revealed her secret heart of hearts? she didn’t know exactly but suspected that sightings were rarer than those of the