The sun set over the mountain range Its beauty shone brightly atop the snow Could this be a sign of seasonal change  – This deeply mesmerizing glow Its beauty shone brightly atop the snow A bright ball of light midst a chilly façade This deeply…

I’ve always wanted to see snow, To be in its cold embrace, To watch as it falls around me, My presence not getting in the grand way of things. Appreciate every single flake, For being so uniquely itself, Yet looking so beautiful, When it melds…

You took away the bright colours that day when you left, along with rest and ease slyly while I slept. So my nights are black and blue and grey, loads of grey that even moonlight wears a long black veil. Black and blue And black…

A memory I chose Not to remember But still dims up in style Coming in memorial fragments Taking up the holiday space A space that was never in existence, But fought tooth and nails To make hostage I was almost of age Ready to say…

The Holidays My family sits all around as I begin to open my presents another year older and yet two more steps behind “When will you get married?” “Why are you studying English?” “How do you expect to make a living?” “Writing won’t pay the…

New year’s eve doesn’t hold the magic it used to. It’s just another year gone, then another year born. I write down New Year’s resolutions in my journal and I look forward to that. But nothing more. And it’s okay.   Every holiday doesn’t need…

there is comfort in safety in ______ coming home to find things exactly as you left them falling into patterns, habits that guide routines and make you feel at home ________ is home ________ is peace, contentment ________ is looking at myself in the mirror…

— Using the image — {TRIGGER WARNING: Resources below}   The Angel’s blue glow, surrounds everything I know And instills a feeling in my chest — Sweet promises of safety and rest. And within the blue glow, There’s a fire that I know; Your soul…

Warm, fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Goey, little fingers dip them into a mug of cold milk. Sweet first bite, chocolate smears on lips, milk dribbles down chin. YUM! Eagerly, little fingers search out the milk for a second dip. Tip. Splash! Oops! Tears. “Don’t cry…

“We all need a witness to our lives” my friend tells me after I apologize for sending another text. Someone to see the small but not insignificant events that happen throughout the day Someone to hear our random thoughts and understand our quirky feelings Someone…