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…

Peace

I’m supposed to let go of control over things I cannot force, but I feel responsible for all the same. I seek a higher power for the first time in years, wondering why some are so sure they hear one. I can only imagine one in nature because of the peace that comes from a…

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…

Reprise

Let’s start with now and work our way backwards A timeline of my life thus far Some think I should be moving onward Not thinking so much of the past But when it haunts your every present It’s hard to make that last But, Emily, it’s been played over and over There’s no point in…