I would leave it all behind me, drops of paint as I walk past, made up words tossed along as easily as love for life. by C. Streetlights via @CStreetlights #Promised #Life #Healing

never promised

What good is an epiphany if I don’t act on it in my life? What good is a sudden realization if I don’t absorb it fully?  Why practice self-reflection if I won’t accept what I come to know about myself? Why desire change in my life if I won’t actually go through the work? Why seek answers if I ask …

"I can throw the words "I'm fine" out of Eden's garden and into the lone and dreary world where it belongs, and let the words "I can breathe and be happy" remain trapped in their innocence forever." #Lies #Depression #MentalHealth

eden’s lie

I was once asked what was the biggest lie I had ever told. The biggest lie I could ever tell. Was it to my parents about curfew or my child about where babies come from?  Could it have been to a sibling about borrowing something I shouldn’t have?  A scratch in the door of a new car, why a bill …

When Beasts Stir

            (when foolishly seeking            illusive and mythic beasts) open your hands to catch your breath             (dropping pain from memory) Peel away skins of bitterness and layer on freckled vulnerability. build pyres of looming specters, only to shred them for kindling             (written threats and …