It hurts to breathe, it hurts to sleep, It hurts to move from side-to-side, It hurts to eat. It hurts to see black skin roasting on white hatred, To see red running down the middle of that thin, blue line. Yes, it hurts to see with eyes wide open, bullets flying with aim to kill while fingers tight against the metal trigger latched tightly to your heart, squeeze and squeeze again. It hurts to see men and women weep for…
You took me down a boulevard of broken dreams but not before I trusted you. We strolled in misty fogs with dim headlights while you smiled, and schemed to lose my heart. I thought the road was sound, your feet my gilded lead; I saw you as my true believer one who understood that haze would lift and filter sun, days would brighten with the turn of shifting clouds and we would share the same desires. My dreams rested on…
Once again the universe has spoken. I began my journey 3 days ago – Jamaica bound – to see my ailing Auntie, who at 93 years old, has ridden life like a quiet warrior, her strength and love an inspiration, a source of comfort, an example of good character and independence. As I checked in on FB, I made a single post “unconditional love”. It wasn’t meant to explain much to anyone but more so, to hail the universe to…
Fires, gunshots, lies, treason, bombs, suicide, murder…the list goes on! News that confounds and drowns the mind in fear, pain and unbearable helplessness. Where is the opening to escape the malignant sound that is poisoning the one thing we have and share together? Sadness is weighing heavily in my basket and leaking from the places I don’t have time to mend. The burden stretches across miles and threatens to darken the corners of babies and innocents…a screaming loss to bright…
We walk with the trepidation of tomorrow, the fear of them tripping, falling, crying…dying. It’s a natural process they say, but I on the other hand sometimes find the journey fraught with worry, sadness, anxiety, and helplessness. Yet, there are those days of feeling ever grateful for the opportunity to simply feel these emotions, to be able to gather myself and do what I need, should, can do to ease the pain, the sadness and loneliness of my mother. She…