Last week Milo took his last breath. He stayed alive as long as he could until I told him it was okay to go home and rest. He did it bravely. Braver than me. Braveness is a verb and if you do it well, you’ll own a piece of it forever. He had bones made…

She asks me, why do you live in the shadows? What has darkness ever done for you, anyways? I smile softly. Let the light sting my eyes and promise it’s not tears- but remind myself that brave women cry too. Darkness is proof that light once occupied that space. It’s why we’re able to recognize…

Where do you hold loss? I mean, you can’t hold what was, so where does that love go? It doesn’t dissipate. It can’t. I still feel it. Even through the art of grieving. Mourning is an honor because it means my love was so, very great. My world became quiet. The silence creeped in like…

I’ve got thick skin, but I still manage to bleed. That’s the gift of being human. Being all things strong. Being hurt and something holy. They tell me missing a soul that left the earth takes time, but I don’t believe them. I’m too human and messy to hold something as fragile as time. To…

I’m gripping my steering wheel in the parking lot of a church. I find myself here again. It’s like routine pain and I can’t outrun it. I follow the breeze and it carries me like a prayer. I’ve lost and won. I’ve fallen and gravity found me worth of letting me stand back up. I’ve…

If I saw God at the grocery store, he’d watch me decipher between things. He’d chuckle at me for dropping the grapes. I’d look up at him and say, “how’s the family?” He’d tell me that the answer to that is incomprehensible and trusting is knowing and believing. I’d look back down at my cart…

You feel a pain deep in your chest alongside a rattling. You hear your mother’s voice and it turn to warmth. A sadness creeps over you and now it aches and aches and aches. You lay down for awhile and realize you have a heart. -AMT ©️

You’re drowning at thirty two. The same anxiousness that crept into you at twenty two is showing its teeth. I’m getting bad again and I’m not sure where to hold it. I need to point my finger to the place on the map that leads back to my brain and hide there forever. Grief has…

Fear is starting to take over again. Moments of swearing I’ll never feel okay greet me in the morning. I’m sad and unkept and shaking. When your mind starts moving backwards again, how do you bring it back to life? I’m tempting myself into leaving a town that wasn’t always graceful. The corners of my…

Dismantle me piece by piece until you’re left with a shell. You’re groggy and running on empty. Your senses are heightened and you’re very much alert. You hear the trees sigh and swear they’re coming for you. The breeze hits your window and you know it’s licking its teeth- you’re here for the taking. You’re…