I feel like I am Chicken Little. How many times can you say “the sky is falling” before no one believes you anymore? Sometimes it gets difficult to duck your head while dodging bullets.
The 16th of this month, my husband of 27 years passed away after a month, a long month, of being in hospital. I’m just now going through things. Going through his things. Finding things I didn’t even know he had. I don’t know why I’ve put it off. Or maybe I do.
Only For You
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I’ve held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It’s just as well for all I’ve seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows
Drowning in a Tsunami
I am in a sea of red, awash in the pool of groupies who think, nay believe, they are making America greater than ever before, that equality is rampant, that we must have another four years of this insanity. Trump flags, tshirts, banners and even a few masks emblazoned with “TRUMP IS OUR SAVIOR”. The music is country, the floor is concrete dusted with cornmeal, the hip pistols have pearl handles. I am alone. I am lost.
