“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.” ~Edgar Allen Poe Hello. You’re back. … More
Category: Poetry
My Dear Old Friend
You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. … More
My Healing Heart – Words and Poems From the Past and Today
Because I am finishing the last chapter of my memoir, I ‘ve had to revisit that dreadful day on February … More
PTSD Cleansing (more poeming)
I bathed and cleansed my soul, scrubbed myself from head to toe. Turned all of me inside out, to and … More
PTSD Scabs (another poem)
PTSD is like having scabs that won’t heal. Rub and scratch, pick, tear and peel. Damaged, tarnished, hurt enough, filled … More
PTSD, Let Me Be – a poem
PTSD, Let Me Be When I was young and small, you were angry, mean and tall. I hated you for … More
Ripple Effect of PTSD and Mental Illness
My childhood and life experiences may not have been a warzone, but I can experience post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) just … More
Stained Glass Windows – Two Poems (of sorts) and Thoughts about PTSD
My stained glass windows have been shattered today, but I will reassemble myself bigger, better, brighter and stronger than I … More
The Me I Was Meant to Be – A Poem
I don’t want to cry and wonder why I was stuck, immobilized, unable to be all that I was meant to be. … More
My Genie is No Longer a Weenie
My genie in a bottle is no longer a weenie. If I drank, I would have a beer or martini. He’s … More
