Interior Vertigo

Have you ever tried to find that perfect balance spot In which a balance board doesn’t teeter, tilt or drop? I can tell you that in trying, I repeatedly do fall The board drops down and hits the ground And gravity applauds. This tendency to dip, to the right or to the left Concupiscence, the

Letting Go

I’m restless, defenseless, no one understands When stuck in this torment, I can’t comprehend. Thoughts racing, resentment, I’m angry and sad I’m wrestling with both what is and what had. My mind in the clutch of the Dangerous Foe Who hisses, then nudges, then screams, “Don’t let go!” “Take a stand with demands, these people

Friendship, Loyalty, Love

The Claddagh ring. In existence since the 17th century, belongs to a group of rings called, fede rings, derived from the Italian phrase, “mani in fede”, meaning “hands joined in faith”.  The gesture of clasping hands goes back to the times of Ancient Rome where it was indicative of an exchange of vows. A powerful

Divine Kintsugi

You don’t see what I see Don’t shudder at atrocity You see beneath, you see beyond The present can’t make you undone. It seems that things from long ago Have twisted, warped and changed my soul I didn’t know it at the time But now I writhe, and don’t know why. These things are messy,

“The Road of Happy Destiny”

My Dear 12 Steppers, I can only speak from experience on the subject, as we all do, and observations made along the way to mental, physical and spiritual wholeness, but I have developed a philosophy around what experiences lead one to turn to addiction. I have developed an idea of what happens to the mind

Clean House

This is gross, out of place There’s not enough space How on earth have we stayed here so long? I thought that I cleaned Made things look pristine, But now I can see I was wrong. I was wearing these glasses That had me distracted From how all things looked in the light. They gave

No Such Thing As “Wrong”

What if everything I do is right? It sounds kind of silly, and I’m still working through the kinks of this idea and the dangerous places it could take me…but what if, aside from moral issues like lying, cheating, killing and stealing, what if everything I do is right? Not in a pretentious, superior way,

Who Am I to Write?

Who am I to write It keeps me up at night This thought that I don’t matter Serves only as my ladder To dark depression, utter unrest Believing I’ve failed too many tests, But let’s take a look at this negative dive, Perhaps the severity indicates lies? If I did not matter, why would I

It’s Better to Have Loved and Lost

A few years ago, a mom and dad chose to end their baby’s life before it was born.  There was something my brother said at the time, when most people were struggling for words and hearts were simply breaking, that struck my heart. He said,  “I’m sorry to hear that. It’s such a shame. They

Solid Ground

Firm, hard, Doesn’t give. Its strength meets my step, Assuring my grip. Reality holds In this tension I find, Where foot hits the ground Consistency binds. That Truth does exist In what always will be Brings not only comfort But is grounding to me. It gives me my footing When I can’t see ahead. It