I have nothing to write now.
Because I’m grateful
To wake up most mornings
And not feel my chest constricted with hate.
For you, but mostly for myself.
My roots are pure and my flowers are blooming.
Nothing can stop me now.
(Not you, not myself)

To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond,
  whom I will never meet

Know that I love you and have seen you in the
  eyes of your parents when they were very small
  
I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the
  wind blows softly calling my name as I walk

I’ve seen your arms reaching out to me in my
  dreams, as you cry “Papa" and then drift away

Your spirit is mine, as my spirit is yours; and no
  lifetime can keep us apart

I watch over you now and will watch over you then,
  whenever the need is great

I’m that voice you hear when no one else listens, and 
  no one else understands

And the heart that feels what you will feel, when no
   one else seems to care

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

☆                                             ☆   ☆  ☆   ☆  ☆
                                        ☆ ☆ ☆the sky is ☆  ☆  ☆
                                   ☆inside                          of me☆
                                ☆flows          through☆           me☆
                             ☆ like           light through☆         lace
                             ☆ I am         like a         galaxy         ☆
                               ☆ made                    of stars☆      ☆
                                    ☆   and  empty space☆      
                                             ☆  ☆  ☆  ☆  ☆

I ran my tongue along the scar inside my cheek
Like fingers on melancholy piano keys
Can you play in the dark

I made promises
Gave up swallowing razor blades
There is enough already
That will find it's way to cut me

he was here last night
in my bed
his chest rising and falling against my back

our heartbeats in sync
skin warm

it felt so wrong

he isnt you

he is no one