A Good Egg
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
I once sent flowers to a boyfriend. He called me desperate & cheated on me. It was toxic masculinity feeling so threatened by flowers that he felt he had to punish me.
I took the first step today. I asked for help. I admitted that I wasn’t well.
So much comes up in silence, even somebody else’s silence.
You never stop growing. Never stop marveling at how little you knew last year or ten years ago. I wonder if it’s just me or everyone feels this way sometimes. Like I’m so different now than I was a few years ago, if I went back in a time machine,…
My smile is like a neon lightLighting up all aroundAnd drowning out all elseBrilliance in personIt says, “I’m happy!” Yours is like a candle flameA single flicker in the darknessEnveloped in a warm embrace of shadowsGentleness personifiedIt says, “I make you happy.” And you do. *Read my other Love Poetry….