Sunday, December 27, 2009


I stand at the top of a hill
and scream--
A scream that curdles the blood,
deafens the ears,
rattles the bones.
Yet-- no one hears.
I feel lost and alone among all these people.
Yes, people I call friends,
but are they really friends if they don't know?
Know that this life isn't enough.
That they fail to fulfill what I need from them.

What I whisper and scream--
in feverish fits--
is of no consequence if none shall hear me.
What is there to live for
except for this hope that I hold inside me,
this hope that a bright light will blind me.
Blind me and make me see
a whole new meaning.
For now I live in darkness,
of the mind, soul, and body.

My Well-Worn Path

This well-worn path
that I call my life.
The ground is trodden
from the back and forth of my feet.
I'm a wind-up toy,
I only go so far before--
Before I must turn around
and retrace my steps.

Day after day,
month and month,
nothing ever changes.
Same faces,
same places,
nothing new.
I wait for the day--
The day when an isolated stranger
steps onto my well-worn path
and steers me anew.


Do you ever feel like you're lost in your own life? Just moving along the same well-worn path day after day. There's no inspiration, motivation, or excitement in a life like that. It's a mundane existence.

I feel like I've spent my whole life waiting for something to happen. Something to come along and change my life forever. I don't know what it will be, or even when it will happen. But I know it will. I refuse to live my life this way forever.

It doesn't have to be a miracle. Nothing bright or flashy. Just enough to give my life a new direction and meaning. To give me something to enjoy with my life. However, for now I guess I will continue my life the way I always have. Waiting, wishing, hoping.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


Dear Dad,

There are so many reasons that you're my hero. One of the main reasons: you never quit.When you lost your job it was horrible, but you never let it get you down. Even after six months, after looking for so long and not getting so far, you nefver give up. You keep going. And it amazes me that you can always be so optimistic about everything. I really don't know how you do it. Most importantly I want to thank you for never giving up on me. No matter how mean or ungrateful I can be you're always ready to forgive and forget. Even if I don't exactly apologize. I know it seems hard right now, but I know you'll find a job. You never let bad things change your positive outlook.

Love, You Daughter