The Beginning of the End

I am sitting in my car outside a speak-easy bar in downtown Fort Worth. I am mesmerized by the sound of rain falling methodically on my windshield. Because I am twenty minutes early and nervous, I pull out my poem and scan the words, trying to memorize any phrases I have forgotten. As a young woman…

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Timid Steps

overwhelming loss…the safe care of anotherhope awakening Heather Medley is a woman who is learning to be present and kind to herself and to the people she loves. She is drawn to engage her world with hope of restoration and redemption and gets to do this professionally as a therapist. She loves deep conversations over…

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When Your Fear is What Heals You

When the world shut down and we all came home, I turned my red desk to face the window. It felt too vulnerable and a tad inappropriate to have so many eyes on my bed behind me. The door seemed an acceptable view for strangers on screens and so, the construction zone across the street…

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The Leaves of Lórien

Our histories leave trails behind us Whether we remember, or not Clues, leaves of Lórien let fall By our younger selves In hopes We might come back someday To rescue the little child within In hopes We might remember To find healing In hopes That we might forgive The child within And finally remember Who…

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The Ability to See

Only art penetrates the seeming realities of this world. There is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive. – Saul Bellow During my freshman year of college, I decide to register for a drawing class. We meet every…

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A Cry in the Darkness

A Cry in the Darkness ~ six months into living in a new place ~ In this swirling maze of darkness and blind pain, How can I reach for the light? You say to reach but I am trapped within! In my heart, I weep.  My tears spill endlessly down my cheeks and stain the…

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Who Waits Behind The Mask

Who waits behind that mask that stares into dark space? Whose eyes plead with yours to rip off the plastic face? Whose hands yank against the cloth that holds them in their place? Whose soul cries out in fear as nightmares come in chase What was that creature’s name before it was a ghost? What…

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