Mom said she was going to leave Dad couldn’t take it anymore we moved. Relocate. Reset. Bullying at school was out of control I couldn’t
They set up classrooms in malls, call them “alternative”, cater to those who have fallen through proverbial cracks, teens unfit for institutional learning… I was
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I have no words that will change your plight. I cannot undo the past nor change the course…
hardwood… it rolls off my tongue stops in mid-air, mind halting Is that a real word? I stretch for familiarity, find none – I apologize
(Note: This is an edited version of the poem Self-Delusion, originally written in May of 2014. The imagery was inspired by a dream of a
Eager, I am, but limited, somehow stuck in the past, revisiting old disruptions – as unmanageable as before – Why do I seek validation there?