Phantom Life

It’s foolish to mourn for things that never were

to place a hand on your belly, and grieve your empty womb

its silly to shed tears over children who never existed

to tear up over imaginary names.

 

I have a house in my head

its on land I’ve never stood on,

under sunsets I’ve never watched

and stars I’ve never gazed at.

 

In this place is a husband who loves me,

cherishes me, priorities me

we dance at night in the rain

and snuggle up under blankets in front of the fire.

 

And as the new moon rises

reminding me again of my empty womb,

unlovable heart, and phantom life

its foolish to cry over things that don’t exist.

 

Advertisements

Life’s Regrets, So Far

As I’m preparing for the “next chapter” of my life and also trying to come to a place of inner peace with where I’m at versus where I wanted to be at by this point in my life, I am taking inventory of some of my biggest regrets in life so far.  Hopefully taking stock of these regrets, as sad as it is to know that I cannot undo the things that have led me here, will remind me to live a more authentic life in the future. Continue reading Life’s Regrets, So Far

I’m More than a warm body…..

When you think of me, think of me often, is it my flesh and bones you think of?

Do you think of the way I make your body feel with my body?

Or the way my body feels under the touch of your hand?

 

Continue reading I’m More than a warm body…..

Twenty Years

Twenty years since our first kiss
Twenty years since I Love You first fell from my lips
Twenty years of wanting you, and telling myself to get a grip.

Continue reading Twenty Years

The musings of a 30-something, urban, single mother

%d bloggers like this: