Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The Great Escape: Boundaries
As we walked into the house, I sighed in relief. It felt so good to be home, but at the same time I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep. Between the necessary checkups from the nurses, having a fever and food poisoning—were just some of the reasons that I was exhausted in the first place.
Of course, I was also told that I took on too much. I never believed it to be true, until this moment. When I was surrounded by friends, and realized that never accepting second best wasn’t always the greatest option.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Great Escape: Hope
The anti-nausea medicine seemed to work its magic. I felt so much better than the last day or so. I was able to keep down more than just liquids, and the occasional bits of food. Kevin arrived later in the afternoon with a bag, and I changed into something more comfortable: a red shirt and jeans.
I was tolerating all the fluids; my fever had finally broken during the night. For lunch I was able to keep down some broth and applesauce, and because I had been vomiting and hadn’t eaten a whole lot of food for the past couple days, I was still feeling slightly weak as I got up and dug through the bag on the floor.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Broken Promises
Don’t say the words of the broken promises,
for they are all a lie that sinks deep into the
heart. Pulling us down, like a thick vine that
wraps around our bodies and cuts off the
oxygen that sustains the need for
breathing.
So in that case, maybe we shouldn’t say
anything at all. For the words that come out
seem to be drenched in poison. They are
unbelievable and turn into nothing that we
can hold onto, or even keep safe.
Trials and Tribulations
Your trials and tribulations come marching back;
sometimes I wonder why they can’t turn to dust.
You are broken, but I am broken too—
when every time I keep thinking that I’m losing you.
Orange Blossom Honey
Orange blossom honey, you remind me of summer—
beautiful blue skies and warm weather.
Hints of oranges are bitter and sweet;
just like a summer’s glorious treat.
Blossoms that bloom on every tree when the air warms up.
Bees buzzing in their hives, while making honey—
are the scents that linger and caresses my skin.
Orange blossom honey, spring has just begun—
let the hibernation fully end.
Keep bringing the sunshine until summer
comes around—in the form of sweet smelling lotion—
that’s just around the bend.
In My Room
I’d rather get lost in a messy room
than keep it tidy like you assume I should.
This is my safe place, the only place that I can be alone:
where I can allow my imagination to freely roam.
These walls can always transport me to a better place
to a different world, to a friendly face.
Where so many words float invisibly in the air—
yet I know they’ll always be there.
Because in my room, is somewhere deep inside,
where I keep my emotions to hide.
Taking It All Away
It frustrates me when you don’t listen
and turn the other cheek.
When you only hear what you’re saying—
Not giving me the chance to speak.
When nothing of me is sacred,
And you end up taking it all away—
Without asking me if you can,
and yet I don’t have a say.
Will I turn blue before you see what
I’m up against each day?
Friday, June 8, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
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