As those that know me best can attest, I have a nasty temper that shields my soft heart. I know I have a poets heart, I’m genuinely all gooey on the inside. I wrote this poem in a prayer form as a meditation. I hope the words convey the sentiment. I pray we can all seek peace over violence. If I give my heart without expectations, I give my heart seeking peace and understanding, If I share kindness without reservation, I share kindness, seeking peace and Continue Reading
Triggered
I looked up the definition. Triggered. It is a strange experience to read a textbook definition and realize the words on the page define you. As if I were a vapid child blundering into an active wasp’s nest, you have not a clue that those stings, those barbs, leave behind a lifetime of a slow release venom from the oozing puncture wound. The red swelling had instantly expanded in all directions from the center across the soft skin like a lustful nuclear blast. Eventually, Continue Reading