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.
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
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 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