How is it a gift to be delicate and pleasing when the winds and storms of thine ungentle cares crush me, demanding, yet hating the coarse strength of bark and root? But should I fall, and indeed I may, I know I'll sprout to bloom again in thine sun; delicate, even if you blow me … Continue reading Flower Girl
I'm not strong. I only yell my hands to still until I reach the lonely corner to curl up and give in to the weakness. I'm not strong. My mind lasted for childhood then broke in motherhood. I demand for sense but it draws blank-- to black. I'm not strong. I wail against the world … Continue reading I’m Not Strong
Nodding off to the tappity-tap, bobbing with a string-played song, I shake off my chains. The chains that make my stomach hurt, my head buzz, and my heart quaver at what the future could hold. I don't want to give in give up control to the sticky way fear holds tight to me. Hissing, writhing, … Continue reading Tappity-tap
Take me to the other side of your brain where you're actually honest, and mean to do what you say you'll do, rather than pretending to yourself it's the truth. Take me to the other side of that happy face to what you actually feel and think, whenever you promise and lie, side by side, … Continue reading Take Me to the Other Side
He speaks that betrayer's truth, dear, that secret that makes me ashamed. Such a simple thing, on short lived event, yet why does it matter so much to me? The betrayer's truth, oh how it stings, I know it full well in all its depths. Yet the final blow is when I realize that he … Continue reading Betrayer’s Truth
How to Fix Yourself: "Take a deep breath, without throwing up. Think of happy things, without thinking at all. Try to figure out why you are feeling. Reason and logic out your emotions. Let go of control to gain your control. Depend on this pill to be independent. Love yourself 'cause you don't trust others. And … Continue reading How to Fix Yourself
For the first time, my weekly (or biweekly, depending on how busy the inn was) visit to the temple was headed by Gus. He woke me up in the morning and almost seemed eager to go, which was…weird. Usually it was like pulling teeth to get him to go to the temple, and he’d inevitably … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 58
I saw from Gus’s point of view as he worked the Inn with Hal that night. I felt the hot, gut twisting unease that kept him wiping his clammy hands on his pants. Saw glimpses of the amused gazes of the regulars with sharp enough ears and quick enough minds to catch what was going … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 57
Keep the light on. The darkness scares the little in the old me, and I have forgotten how to tame it. Leave the light on, forget the electric bill, and let me sleep just for a night beneath that glow. Keep the light on, just while I sleep. In night and darkness I am alone. … Continue reading On Panic Attacks
I am the other woman's daughter. Though I came first, I did not come when the heart was decided. And didn't leave, when it changed its mind. I am the other woman's daughter. Daughter of the ex. Spare of a High School romance. Extra of the second broken marriage, and annoyance of the third. Daughter … Continue reading Daughter of the Other Woman
Author T.S. Lowe 