Every morning Her routine feels like my own She calms me Every move fluid Graceful Her long hair flows in the wind Angel wings She sparkles like tiny diamonds dropped from the night sky I breathe in her perfume as it dances around me For that one moment I Am Healed. ~A. Marice~
I sat in a coffee shop one morning. I ordered a medium Breve with an extra shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin, which was served with irritation when I asked for the plastic wrap to be removed prior to heating in the microwave. I sat facing the full front window. The wind made the banners … Continue reading That one time I sat in a coffee shop judging people
“My room is a mess. A complete and utter mess.” I mumbled this to myself as the early morning light began drifting over my room spotlighting every thread of clothing scattered about. Blue jeans poised over boxes in anticipation of a new adventure with belt dangling as if in a dare. Running shorts balled and … Continue reading My room is a mess, so is my mind.
via Daily Prompt: Translate I felt stuck. My free flowing roots became embedded into mud. Every step weighed heavier and heavier. A box. Glass walls that teased. Outside played like movies I could only see but not touch. I reached my hand to touch the world that swirled in colors before me only to meet … Continue reading To Translate: Verb
via Daily Prompt: Yellow My mother planted daffodils one spring. I failed to see the simple pleasure of moving earth over unbloomed bulbs when I was 10. Every year she marveled as tiny stalks pushed forward and smiled with perfect yellow petals. At 14, a new house, new yard, more overtime. Scarce moments found to … Continue reading Yellow Teardrops
I touched the sky when no one was looking. I had wondered if I’d find diamonds. I heard of secrets whispered in the night air of Magic I might find there. My fingers glided through the darkness Getting lost in liquid dreams I tip-toed in the stillness Listening to myself breathe ~A. Marice~
I had a blog once, years ago. It reflected who I thought I was, not who I am now. I found I felt trapped by the title. I felt defined. I hated feeling like a “forgone conclusion.” Today, this day, I step away from the Diaries of a Fat Girl to sipping fine vodka without … Continue reading Rebirth
*No lifeguard on duty*