Hold On, Honey (a poem)

In the face of a child you see a simple belief that life will always be safe and good. That they are loved.  Always. Even when you might yell or sternly scold, a child forgives. Not really knowing they even need to forgive. A child comes  running for a hug and snuggle that says, once…

I Fear the Pain of Wanting

Sometimes I want, Want so hard I fear it will break me in two. What I want hurts inside, not because I can’t have it … but, Because the wanting, Waiting, anticipating fills me up so full that I know I will burst. I explode with the knowledge of it. The pain is liquid fear,…