Storm

This is bonnie. When something isn’t right she stands very still and shuts her eyes . When she is scared she freezes. Until the storm passes. Often this becomes our default. Things get pushed aside to deal with later, lists are made and lost, promises made and broken. Mañana Mañana.. A happy medium between awarenessContinue reading “Storm”

Her

There was a girl who looked like me She followed me close by. If someone hurt or saddened us She hid away to cry She weighed as heavy as a rock But couldn’t quite be seen She sometimes almost went away But reappeared in dreams She often spoke in voices Quite like those I knewContinue reading “Her”