Posted in Poetry


Thump.  Thump.  Thump.
Not my heart beat
For that is much faster
It is thoughts hitting my skull

Crash.  Crash. Crash.
Not waves to the shore
For that is natural
It is my thoughts clashing

Dark. Darker. Darkest.
Not night falling
For that is routine
It is my narrowing vision

Bang. Bang. Bang.
Not a gun firing
That would be okay
It is my brain misfiring

Silence. Whisper. Shout.
Not my usual order
That would be healthy
It is finding my voice



I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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