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  • FAITH
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  • PHOTOS
  • POETRY I
  • POETRY II
  • POETRY III
  • RANDOM THOUGHTS
  • SHORT STORIES I
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Tonight I Cried

17 Mar 2018
Tonight I totally lost all semblance of strength and just burst into tears. Not a day goes by I don't think of my daughter, it's seven years and the pan is…
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LOST TIME

11 Mar 2018
The first day of Daylight Savings Time (DST), it is a dark, gloomy, cloudy day feeling like winter more than a nearness of Spring. I had hoped for a bright…
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Why The Best…

3 Mar 2018
We place our hearts in the hard frozen ground shedding tears over the coffin turning them to icicles to melt and flow again, as they will time and again from this…
Mental

WEARINESS

21 Feb 2018
I feel the weariness of my years, reflection reveals the wrinkles, the gray, the tears Dull pain in the eyes, eyes with sparkle washed away like the tide washing sand…
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Someday

21 Jan 2018
Someday you will find me in a dark dirty neighborhood bar where beer is served so cold it hurts your teeth to slurp it down where cold sandwiches and a…
FICTION

Winter Life

31 Dec 2017
  Silver stars sparkle on the mirror lake The air glistening turns to crystals covering land and trees freezing in long icy drips of reflecting silver Skaters glide swiftly the moon…
FICTION

2018

31 Dec 2017
As the chrysalis bursts open A butterfly emerges with gossamer wings Shaking itself free it takes flight looking for the food of life which comes thru Nectar in all the…
FICTION

Daughters

18 Dec 2017
Daughters, if there was one thing I could be I would be a lantern lighting the way of your life’s path Shining the way to make life easier and without…
FICTION

Gram

18 Dec 2017
As a small child, my grammie at close to her fifties did not hesitate to take in her oldest sons children one daughter and two sons. she was a true…
FICTION

GROWING UP

18 Dec 2017
GROWING UP I was five years old when Grandpa Williams picked up my mother, my two brothers and myself at the Greyhound station.  tired hungry and of course cranky I’m…

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