Scorched

What’s new Emily?You were broken up with after a short romance where all you felt was drowning anxiety and all you could think about was how many times you’ve wanted to trust but don’t actually believe it’s possible because the world tells you it isn’t. Nobody is unbreakable. No bond is protected indefinitely. We all…

18

She turned 18 on Mother’s Day, the years flash by; I compare my way of being a mother to those who seem to be superhuman. I never was, unless you count getting two degrees and working full-time, but even then the guilt of time spent away from her eats at me. A mother’s guilt doesn’t…

Pull

I. motivation for waking has always been you, growth, your safe keeping, survival, get through, love for you, as boundless as time, fearful of any pain you feel, unimaginable if not in my world, what scares me, is me, without you. II. as they pull away, start to keep secrets, hide their feelings, loneliness creeps,…

Young Hearts

I. Teenage love, a daughter’s plight to get to speak to a boy, not right for her in my protective eyes. I see the bigger picture, one slip now and mudslides later, young love is fleeting, lessons will be learned – I wish her stronger than me without the burns. II. He sends you flower…

Strength

Faced with darkest days, I feel the warmth of their need, comfort at the sight of a tear, a hug close to my heart, a kiss on the cheek, an eternal invitation to be their everything; I become at peace, given the strength to hold them high as I know they hold me. Emily©

Mimic

Uncontrollable laughter, when your teenage daughter, mimics the attitude you gave her Emily ©

My Girl

She is the reason I breathe, why I need to thrive and push on, she showed me love I had never known, ’til I held her in my naive arms, I have her, and in that, there is focus and peace. Emily ©

Always

I. I’ll always be open hearted. Unless I feel something rise within me. Timeless fear of something too real, foreign to feelings of meaning without pain. II. I’ll always be striving for more. Sometimes I believe it’s my children that keep me, wake me in the morning, inspire to keep fighting, if not, what would…

Warning

My anxiety is high Living in this climate Where a woman, mom, child, girl, has to shout from the rooftops That there’s a problem, something’s wrong with the things that are said Implied, justified, born on our shoulders, placed in our heads In my microworld, I can make a difference, when my girls hear horrors…

Secrets

10/7/17 I want to give reasons why something is wrong send them into the air even with no response I could write full chapters on family histories to validate my mind on my thoughts and theories I could add human touch to what I’ve been through paint a picture of why it may mean something…