Tag: Loss

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #37

It’s Thursday afternoon as I write this 37th paint chip poetry prompt. It’s been a struggle to concentrate on anything today as the skies and air around me becomes smokier by the minute and friends south of me are having to evacuate their homes. Some...

Willing to Empathize

The words sympathy and empathy are, according to the dictionary, synonyms. Many people use them interchangeably, but they don’t mean exactly the same thing. I can sympathize with pretty much anyone if I want to, but there are many people I cannot empathize with. For...

Melancholy Merriment

This past Sunday we had the most beautiful Advent service of songs and scripture readings, plus my poem that I was blessed to recite. Everything was perfect, even when it wasn’t quite. This inspiring service was the brainchild of one of our worship team leaders,...

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would...

Blue Sky Lies

No sunny Southern California blue sky watched over me the day everything changed. I grew up under an honest sun. Shining high in the cerulean sky it brought warmth. But here that celestial orb when it deigned to appear was a stone cold liar. ________________________________...

The Sun Was Shining

I lost my virginity One cold October morn Truth be told, it was stolen The sun was shining I lost my innocence Control became an illusion Thoughts descended into confusion The wind was blowing I lost my voice Unable to tell a soul A hidden...