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…

Her Sake

I wish I wrote words not so fierce, loneliness my main companion, while having love around me, laborious voice, strained to feel grateful in difficult times, absorbed in emptiness and confusion. Motivation given by the one I bore, when I was young and yet naive, she keeps me pressing like a lifeline, attempting to teach…

Dear Daughters

Your barriers clash with mine always feeling like a therapist, just get in line your personalities like grenades set in double time new fuels to the fires of the bottom line wouldn’t change it, but I’m trying, feeling guilt like slime wish I could be better, but the pressure blinds so many things to juggle,…