These trails I keep retracing
Are now churned thick with mud
step by step I'm circling the same bitter thoughts     
winding over the bitter in my painful years
My feet are sore and my throat is aching
to get off this graceless climb
but the mantle of remembrance capes
my shoulders, shadows my journey;
yes, I still hold a grudge

People I know seem to think
I can toss it off with a grin & a shrug;
Come back to my younger self
welcoming all, sure good would win
That girl's gone -
She can't come back
The holy spirit can't reanimate her bones
no, I still hold a grudge

even if she could awaken, I can't go back to her
soft and unprotected skin
so vulnerable to environmental damage and dismay
How will I portent the dangers lurking 'round the bend?
I need all my wits about me
I already learn so slow
I'd like them to acknowledge,
forgetting doesn't smooth the scars;
it doesn't cure the bitter aches
of disappointed, squalid dreams
No. So I still hold a grudge


Hats Make Me Happy

Hats Make Me Happy
An Easter Hat and Me

Step into my inner world.

Sometimes, I hesitate to share thoughts that flit and emotions that surge and wane. Yet I so value when my friends share these insights with me. I get to know them in a special way.

So I invite you to get to know me - or continue knowing me - through this space of exploration.

I promise to reveal some of the joys, fears, observations, profundity, and ironies of life that come to mind day by day.

Don't forget to share with me your own inner sphere!

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting." - e.e. cummings