Is it possible to grieve someone you never met?
I smiled for months feeling you two inside me
Thinking this was as good as life could get.
Five months later, the surgeon told us you no longer had a heartbeat.
Following the animalistic sobs, I realized that we'd never get a chance to really meet.
I carried your corpse inside me
until your sister could grow a little more.
The guilt and anger i hold inside me
Makes my heart and soul feel completely torn.
A few weeks later, they handed you to me all bundled up in a blanket. I held you for an hour before they took you away. The silent tears ran down my cheeks and all i did was pray.
Your twin sister, Christine, is doing well.
Sometimes when i look at her, i think of you and cry. It kills me to know you what you would have looked like, and I'm sure you would have given your daddy hell.
I love and miss you, my sweet Catherine.
Lord knows i struggle with faith, but i dream about meeting you in Heaven one day and i can't wait to hold you in my motherly arms again.
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 11:08 PM UTC
I believe that there is a veil
between life and death.
And I believe that veil thins
as you take your first and last breath.
As people lay dying,
some say they can see God’s face
just like some speak about reuniting with
loved ones already in that Heavenly place.
Just the same, I believe children
also see things from the other side.
I believe their purity and innocence
gently blurs that great divide.
But as that innocence fades, society grooms
us to believe that seeing things is wrong.
Feeling a presence around you means
you’re crazy or insane instead of gifted or strong.
But what if….Bear with me…
What if, for some people, the veil stays thin?
What if that childlike gift of sight
remains intact and even grows within?
Well, I believe that happens…
So when you see something you can’t explain
or feel an icy touch against your skin,
just know that you’re not at all alone
and I hope you embrace your “gift” with a grin.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Since I was fifteen,
I’ve searched for a home.
Somewhere my heart could
live instead of constantly roam.
I’ve craved a place or town
where I felt loved and accepted.
But every time I thought I got
close, fate simply intercepted.
Sometimes, I even found nostalgic
comfort in new and exciting places,
but I always ended up feeling
betrayed by the same familiar faces.
All along, while I’ve looked for
picket fences or a cul-de-sac street,
I never realized I’d find my home
inside two big brown eyes and a heartbeat.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
My breath sharpens
and my eyelids close
as your traveling hand
along my bare skin slows.
You grab my neck, pull me in,
and press your lips against mine
as your hand lovingly
massages between my thighs.
You climb on top of me
sliding your hands along my waist.
Our lips connect again.
Oh my, how good you taste.
My muscles tense
and a soft moan escapes my lungs
as we connect our hearts,
our bodies, and our tongues.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
My love for you
grew quicker than a lie
and I fell for you effortlessly
without being able to pinpoint why.
But I know I feel calm around you
and completely safe in your arms.
You make me laugh constantly
and I fell victim to your flirtatious charms.
You’ve become my best friend
and without you, I don’t know what I’d do.
You’re my future, my person,
and I’m madly in love with you.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
You’re not fully healed
but you’re not still broken.
With every passing sunrise,
your soul earns another token.
You choose to keep going
when all you wanted was to quit,
and look how far you’ve come
from when your heart was severely split.
The light at the end of
your tunnel gets brighter every day.
Thank you for putting down the pills,
the knife, or the gun and choosing to stay.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
You were nothing more
than a temporary fix,
a rubber band wrapped
around a pair of broken sticks.
You meant absolutely
nothing to him or his friends,
and it’s time you stop
crying over the inevitable end.
Stop dreaming about
the drives, dances, and kisses.
Because, trust me,
you’re the last thing he misses.
You deserved better
than how things happened.
Next time you jump in the dating game,
just make sure your seatbelt is fastened.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Your eyes were made
to glisten in the pale moonlight
and to sparkle when you laugh,
not to shed tears because of him every night.
Your ears were made
so that you can jam out to your favorite songs
and to hear your family tell you they love you,
not to listen to him insult you for so long.
Your nose was made
to rock a little silver nose ring
which boosts the self-esteem that he shattered,
not to be covered in makeup trying to hide everything.
Your voice was made
to declare your own happiness and find peace
by standing up for yourself and finally leaving,
not to be silent…just letting the toxicity increase.
You were made
to be happy and to be loved in every way.
You deserve better than the cards you’ve been dealt,
and I truly hope you realize that one day.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
in a town by the eastern sea,
there stood an abandoned lighthouse
as big as an old oak tree.
Locals knew not to disturb
what haunted that crumbling tower
while frightened tourists shared new
stories of “accidents” almost every hour.
In this lighthouse lived the lonely spirit of
a child whose name resembled a flower.
Each sunrise, Rose played on the broken stairs
of that lighthouse humming her favorite tune.
She looked to the clouds and prayed
for friends each lonesome afternoon.
At night, she whispered lullabies to herself
as she counted centuries of passing moons.
Young Rose found the bittersweet answer
to her prayers early one summer morning
when a little blond boy raced up her broken steps
clutching his green balloon while exploring.
She pet his hair softly and devilishly grinned
before shoving the boy with no forewarning.
The locals heard a blood curdling scream
and tragedy fell upon the town by the eastern sea.
But as that green balloon ascended to the Heavens,
little Rose was, all of a sudden, a lot less lonely.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Five years from now,
I often wonder where I’ll be.
I think of all the changes in my life
and how they’ll end up affecting me.
I could finally finish my novel
and become a legitimate writer
and maybe my stories might be able to
make someone’s day just a little brighter.
I could look in the mirror every day
and finally be proud of the woman I see.
I could pursue my happily ever after
and be the best possible version of me.
Five years from now,
I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll do.
I just hope that no matter what happens,
I end up standing beside you.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC