Cement Bed

I keep you tucked away in dark corners of my mind because sometimes feeling becomes too much. It clings and hovers around me, weighing me down. A cement slab. I sleep there sometimes After all it’s what I deserve. The light is an unwelcome guest permeating my lids. I crack them open only to wince and

Written Word

Words seem to scurry from crowded corners of my mind. From there, to pen, to paper, tearing their way outside. Scribbling themselves in harmony, across an empty page. Showing no discrimination, no matter creed, gender, or age. Telling tales of wars long past, present tales of love denied. Emanating with emotions, all humanity is assigned.

When Women “Sleep”

Night falls and sleep cant find me again. A dim glow from the bathroom seeps through the cracked door. My husband let’s out a low, rattling snore, physically sated for tonight. I adjust my pillow under my head, hoping it’ll be enough to beckon slumber to lie down by my side. It isn’t, and she

Me

I forget myself sometimes. Forget that I am not just a mom, a wife, a sister, or a daughter. I’m not just the referee of remotes, the apology police, or the kisser of boo-boos. I am me. I’m not just the cooker of meals, the cleaner of snotty noses and sticky fingers, the fixer of