If you were given the opportunity to start over, to begin afresh, would you take it? You would lose everyone you hold dear and all of your memories, but you would lose all of your mistakes and painful moments. Would it be worth it? The ones I love are the deciding factor for me. I could not lose them. I could not make this choice and walk away from them, no matter how tempting the other side of th...

Sitting by the pool, reading my book, hearing the laughter of children, the small talk of adults. I glance up and I see her. She’s quietly swimming laps in the water and keeping to herself. It’s then that I notice the scars she’s trying to hide. Her t-shirt she was wearing over her bathing suit slipped off her shoulder and the scars, sun soaked, looked as red as a brand new cut. Looking down at my...

The easiest thing to do, is to lay down and not fight. The easiest thing is to close your eyes and pretend it’s not happening. Pants around your ankles, screams being muffled by his heavy arm you continue to kick, you continue to scream, you bite. He lets go. You run, pants still around your ankles. That’s bravery. Not allowing the heavy pressure to cause you to give up. That’s bravery, continuing...

The flood is rising rapidly. I’m beginning to lose control. It’s all I can do to continue to tread water and hope that a rescue comes soon. This flood is not water, it’s memories in my brain. They always start out with a glint of a smile in my eyes, a flash of a grin upon my face, before they turn into tears and pain. Why is it that the fondest memories cause the most pain? The ones where we are s...

Your pathetic fallacy is destroying all you hold dear. You cry out, claiming that family means everything to you. You cry out when I push back, explaining that if family truly meant everything you would not allow your fallacy to overtake. You see, I’m in love with another woman. And all you see when you hear that that statement isn’t “love” it isn’t the joy in my face when I tell you. Your eyes fl...

What if walking down the street we could see each other’s pain?

We could read each other’s thoughts? Of The ones we know and the ones we don’t. Imagine if empathy would ensue, or anger? If we could read each other’s thoughts would there be more peace, or less?

For those we know we want transparency, but rarely do we get it. In intimate relationships I think reading minds could cause more fights, ...

There was a day when my heart was shattered, I feared far beyond repair.

There was a day my soul was shattered, which caused nothing but despair.

I cried out and I pleaded with the world,

Please, leave alone my broken soul.

The world had other plans. It pulled and it pushed and it shattered and repaired until my soul was new again, until my heart was whole. The pain the world had caused was res...

As I sank to the dirt I knew in my heart that this was the end, this was letting go. This was acceptance that the man who had spent his life making sure I was okay wouldn’t be my guardian angel any longer. At least not an Alive guardian angel. They say loved ones watch over you from heaven, but since you’ve been gone I miss your presence. I can’t feel you anymore. Maybe it took me too long to acce...