A Content Life

Wasn’t happy
Haven’t been happy in quite some time,
Content, I was content
Had come to terms with a life of solitude.

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Alone and Lonely

I miss having a go-to person, a sounding board,
a confidant, someone to share my day with;
the big things and the minutiae.

I miss having someone who cares to hear it all,
who responds with advice or just a word of encouragement
who reciprocates and shares their day with me;
their hopes, their dreams, their struggles and frustrations.

I miss saying I love you, hearing I love you
snuggling up next to someone and feeling their warmth
feeling their heart beat;
feeling so completely comfortable in another’s presence.

I miss talking. Just talking about anything and everything
life, politics, future trips, raising kids, music, race,
good reads, life fears, the magic stuff, the scary stuff, the sweet stuff;
I miss having good conversation on a regular basis.

“Just because you’re alone doesn’t mean you have to be lonely”

But I am.




I WANT to Love Fully Again….

My heart has crystalized

it has been so broken, so fractured, so irreparably harmed

it has been fused back together with ice and cement,

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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.


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

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