MY PAINTING
If I were to paint a picture, would it be with paint or mud? I am not an artist, so I know it wouldn’t look realistic no matter what tools are used. Would I finger paint or use brushes? What would make my inner child most happy? I was often taught how to paint the...
TO SCREAM THE UNSCREAMABLE SCREAM
Oh, for lungs to scream a scream that would fully express my grief, that would shake the earth,that would crumble the hillside in front of me. My first memory of daddy-Monster:I am three years old.I receive his fists as I lie in bed.He yells, “It’s your...
Is Self- Responsibility Safe?
If I have been conditioned to believe that, in practice, being responsible means being blamed, or, on the other hand, being burdened, I may have not realized I have had this trait, this triggered reaction embedded in my attitude until I run right into it in...
A LOVE LETTER TO FEAR
Dear old friend,We have been together for such a long whileThere were times I was consumed by youUnable to breatheGritting and grinding my teethThe weight of the world on my chestCrushing my little one's heartI understand where and why you are so prominent in my...