Oh, what I would give to grow with grace. To begin the evolution to a greater plane, to remain calm in the face of chaos and come out the other end of it self-realized and ready to take on the world. Like a goddess rising out of the depths of the sea. But that isn’t…
Isn’t it awful.
Please do not talk about how awful it is. Unless it is yours, you cannot say. Eating the pain of another doesn’t make it yours. You can’t have it. It won’t work that way. So unless you can save me, go away. Or sit there in silence, please, until I have something to say. -S.McBride
Her Hair
Her hair held her in place. It was the very best thing about her, they said, after her teeth. It was curly and fine, even rough sometimes, But was said to shine even when she cried. And when it was gone They were surprised to find That she was still there. After all, she was…
The Sea, She Calls to Me
The water and I are old friends. She tried to take me once but I politely declined. Since then I visit, when she finds the time.
Unpacking
I only broke once I had emptied the bottom of that box. But I didn’t know it then, because breaking doesn’t always make a sound. Instead it cracks a little, here and there, Until finally, the hurt is everywhere. -S.McBride
