I was born flail chested, heart unprotected; struggling to breathe and live and exist, with all of this pain. Face of a child; all alone, only denied a smile. What it cost was the faith in the wake of the storm. When the light only showed me fear and mistrust, the eyes shut … Continue reading The Whistle of the Midnight Train
Tag: childhood
Childish Things
I am told that we used to play in a garden of stars. So many silly games made us who we are. We never stopped to question the meaning of the answers, it was easy to believe them as they were. If there were no rules to the world I live in now, I'd … Continue reading Childish Things
Summer Sun Shower
Snapshots of summer days; rain falling crystalline from a cloudless sky. Children laugh and splash about in purple, polka-dot galoshes, singing songs only understood by the initiated. The grown ups seek shelter; rolling up newspapers and rushing inside, with half hearted instructions for their kids to follow, knowing their orders will be ignored. … Continue reading Summer Sun Shower
Objects in The Mirror Are Further Than They Appear
How can I put this without sounding as selfish as I have always been? I've been feeding a monster, but this isn't the way it has always been. If I had a time machine, I would reach back and change one little thing; I'd never have started growing up, I'd have kept what I … Continue reading Objects in The Mirror Are Further Than They Appear
A Hero is Born
Born to huddle, hushed, under warm blankets. Rain hammers and thunder drums. Flashlight beams slay monsters. Mom’s magic chocolate chip cookies inspire sufficient bravery for exploring paper dungeons and saving a beautiful princess. A hero is born. HG – 2016