I wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.
By her…but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.Read More 29: Saudade – The Deep Longing
“Change happens one funeral at a time.” At the time we were talking politics. However, in the years since I heard her say that I’ve come to appreciate this truth.Read More Thoughts on 36: Cleaning Out the Wound by CadConfessional
For nearly a year I gave away my Power and self-respect to Silence. I know what needs to be done.
Maybe I always knew but lacked the willingness to face it.Read More 23: More of This and Lots of That
15: Three Conversations