My Beautiful Broken Brain

In the back matter of my brain trees grow with roots like hands holding the wrinkly valleys I create.   A surge comes, electrifying branches, but serotonin seeds don’t spread. The tree takes them back as if new growth will choke.   I long to be the tree planted by still waters, with leaves that…

Sunshine and December Blues

And now it is December. When I was young and bright-eyed, someone told me the time would speed up as I got older. They were right.   Last year, December was a turning point. Everything held together until the 1st of the last month and then it unraveled, again. When the sun hides away for…

Beds and Birds

  7:23 a.m. In bed I lay, peacefully resting in the comfy covers. The birds are chirping outside so I soak in their songs, letting the tunes charge my heart. Today is a day the Lord has made and I am rejoicing and being glad in it. I am ready to jump out of bed,…