Proof of My Existence - Catastrophe

Catastrophe, Thank You

Catastrophe, I thank you Disaster, you win For getting my head back on straight again For setting my heart in a giving place again For my life and my love. Catastrophe, I owe you one Disaster, chalk up this one To letting the Highest in again To betting He'll make His point again In my … Continue reading Catastrophe, Thank You

Can I Act It Into Being?

If I decide that I am an artist and start doing artsy things Will I BE an artist? This is not a facetious question. In another post, I mentioned that I've always been drawn toward art, as in a craving in my heart to MAKE SOMETHING. I've messed around a little, making random things, all … Continue reading Can I Act It Into Being?

Waking Stream-of-Conscious Rant, Supine Position, Unedited

Saying goodbye to the world as I’ve known it. I am not grieving. Grief is done. Watching pain unfold since I was a child, only now acknowledged by the whole world. Imagine being told all your life that your truths are not true, that your struggles don’t exist. “Angry Black Woman” label slapped on me … Continue reading Waking Stream-of-Conscious Rant, Supine Position, Unedited

Fear is a Coward

Fear is a Coward

Funny thing I notice about Fear. He’s big and bad and burly while he’s at home lurking in my what-ifs and what-mights. He pokes at my stomach until I’m nauseous. He pounds on my chest until I can’t breathe. He shakes me and rattles me until I’m dizzy. He yells at me until I’ve relived … Continue reading Fear is a Coward