Endless nights, sleepless dreams Passion builds inside Darkened days, restless heart Exposing what they hide So much to wonder So much to hope Tiny words, distant thoughts Trapped too far away Anxious tones, new regrets Weighting down today So much to mourn So much to fear Burning breath, racing pulse The two become one mind… Continue reading So Much
Sound asleep. A squeal that I barely heard form the back corner of a dream. Open eyes, drowned in blackness and silence. I thought I heard a scream, but maybe it was residual imaginations from my sleep-state world. Waiting, straining to hear, eyes wide open even though I could see nothing. Holding my breath, listening… Continue reading Defective Mother
Turkey on the table, smiles on the faces. Family together and music in the background. And here, now we gather to give thanks. But what is it, then, that we give thanks for? Turkey on the table, smiles on the faces, family together and music in the background. Peace and comfort. Food and drink. Family… Continue reading Insincere Thanksgiving
Blue or pink? That was the critical dilemma a few months before our third daughter was born. Choosing a wall color for the baby’s nursery should have been an easy enough thing, but it was weighted with more pressure than I thought. Choosing a color for her brand-new tiny eyes to focus on for the… Continue reading Create Their World
My Dearest heart, There was a time when I trusted you. I remember the yearning and desires that I confided in you. I spent a lifetime guarding these precious thoughts, nurturing these hopeful dreams with you. Each day of my life, protecting this secret sanctuary. I grew and learned, lived and changed, yet a tiny… Continue reading My Dearest Heart
Free feels like A gust under and around Storm from inside Words unbound Loosing the wisdom Creating unfound Breathe out dust From before But the ghosts From before Will always haunt These words, in times The story decides From the ground Who roots Or is ignored From before Or Yours
Feeling feels real. Its not. Is it. Thrill of the drug. That makes you want more. The absence is pain. Which makes me crave drugs. Why we like the drink. Why we love cocaine. Why we scroll and tap and charge and click. To hit the high. To feel. The thrill. That is put in… Continue reading Proper Whore
O Heavenly Father, make me a better parent. Teach me to understand my children, to listen patiently to what they have to say, and to answer all of their questions kindly. Keep me from interrupting them or contradicting them. Make me as courteous to them as I would have them be to me. Forbid that… Continue reading Parent’s Prayer
Cobblestone over cobblestone. Pacing steadily over the settled dirt of a thousand, maybe a million other sandals. Cracks filled up by particles of beach, mountain and desert, pressed deep into wrinkles the of this ancient street. My own black shoe powdered with the remnants of another world, stirred for a moment by every step I… Continue reading Just Dust
He breathes. A beginning. The words swirl around the heavens, the dust, filling a space that was blank just before. Painting a vision, new sunrise, new horizon new beginning that was just previously dark. Lightened by a word. She was there. To hear it. By chance or by design, either way. His words were alive,… Continue reading Dance of the Preacher and Prostitute
Cindy Koch 