I am a drunken morning. The ravages of depression do unspeakable acts of disservice to my well-being. My body hurts all over and I can't really recall a time when I truly felt good, truly felt solid, without worrying how long this good day, upswing thing, was going to last.. My happiness is always tainted,… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I am a drunken morning.
I am screaming in the basement. "Have I not always been a mighty roar, even in the basement levels of my despair?" I am my own heart's jailer. I am, simultaneously, the key turner to the locked doors of my heart's chambers. But, I do not know this yet as I slam my fists, and… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I am screaming in the basement.
Love is a lesson. Love is a lesson in letting go. Love is a lesson in never holding on too tightly. Love is a lesson in the sanctity of vulnerability. Love is a lesson in leaving and being left. Love is a lesson in loving yourself when everyone and everything else is gone. Love is… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: Love is a lesson.
All points on a compass Love is North, East, South and West. It is all things, grid lines and telephone wires, valleys and peaks, it is West with the setting sun and East in the morning, it is South, North, two steps backwards and beginning all over again. Kristiana Reed #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge #TheGingerPost #MyScreamingTwenties #FreeVerseRevolution