My dog can't see,
He goes under the table and paws at me.
Asking me to pet him, which I do.
But how does he know,
What hand is petting him if he can't see?

Live in peace,
Then Rest In Peace.
14/12/2024

Thanks for reading
Thanks for comments
Taking a short break
Need to reevaluate where my writing is going
When a bookstore puts your books on their websites but not in their brick and mortar stores
Am I not good enough?
Maybe I really can’t write?
Not looking to lick my wounds or for you to cheer me on
Your comments are appreciated more than I can say
I may very well be back but for now you all write on
Write on?

I come out on pages
Bleed from many different colored pens
Older but not old
Happier but not happy
In love and always loving him
Share,care,and deliver
It is more than Ok to be
You don't have to like it or me
Kindness and gratitude are my friends
I am a writer
Finally,I said it and believe it

I saw the flame
flicker
in his eyes
The light was too great
The heat
Far too intense
To think he wasn't in love

I can still feel the burn
And I don't know how to stop it
My heart is healing
My mind is squealing
Its loud
Yet lonely
I miss every touch
I don't want someone to fill the void
But I don't miss him much

I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child

Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights

I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries