I like words. I like to use words. I like to string words together to make a statement. I like making a statement that others find appealing. Despite that weak opening, I promise that to be true. I’m just a little off my game these days. But the point is I tend to think I am much more profound than I am. I have come to realize that is a precariously annoying trait to possess.Continue reading
Today I feel like being sad
and I don’t know why.
A case of the blues I guess
I just want to cry. Continue reading
If I knew the right words
to make an elixir for your heart
I would whisper them to you
and practice the healer’s art. Continue reading
I can’t fix you. This has taken awhile for me to learn because I am a fixer. At least, I try to fix things. But I can’t fix you. What I can do is be sad with you. Continue reading
Healing in the hearing
Not every person’s problem needs your solution. Sometimes all the person needs is a listening ear without a rush to jump in and fix. Continue reading
Be Strong Enough to let me Cry
I know it breaks your heart to see me like this.
Such a mess. Continue reading
I think I’ll just sit here
and rest a little bit.
I’ll try to turn my thoughts off
and get a little sleep.
It makes my heart slow
to see you suffering so.
I have traveled that road
and carried a similar load.
Condolences – an expression of sorrow and sympathy, usually to somebody who is grieving over a death.