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The Viking's Vow

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INTRODUCTION
I’ve been a nerd for most of my life. Seriously, I’ve always loved history, but it’s more
like therewas this deep longing to just know. I wanted to really understand these people’s
lives and how they’d lived. I wanted to utterly immerse myself in the past and truly become
Clara Barton or Amelia Earhardt or even Joan of Arc, herself. Alas, I was but a mousy, lonely
little girl in the suburbs of Illinois. But, these stories gave me courage, and they gave me hope
that a plain jane like me could make my mark on the world… someday. 

Some context: I grew up with a mostly absent father who passed away when I was thirteen.
Without getting into the nitty-gritty details of what that all entailed, suffice it to say, it left me
feeling… rootless. I think that’s a good word for it. My ‘rootless’ existence led me to be very
interested in my heritage. I knew who all my grandparents were, so it wasn’t very difficult to
get started. However, I was not prepared for the number of amazing stor…

13 Lies

Skin and bones And chromosomes An entire soul Wasted alone Wondering why And where I roam Into the dark Away from home
I’ll find my path Dismissing the wrath The hate and the cold, turbulent aftermath. And, when the lies of old Have kept me out The keys are fallen and there’s Not a shadow of doubt I’ll enter that void Whether welcome or not And fill my soul To stop the rot
I’ve been looking in From the other side I’ve seen how you Run and hide How well you spin Your web of lies With no regret You’ve cast aside All that makes me Want to live my life And I finally realize I’m an outsider looking in And what I see, I despise So all that’s left to say is
Good riddance and goodbye.

Hermitting

I went away But not very far Though I ran fast And I ran hard
I tucked myself Into a space so small Passersby Couldn't see me at all
I left the pain And tears behind I left the love And all that was mine.
I'm crawling back now Out of that hole I want to turn back now But on I must go
The work never ends For the weak and the weary Yet no matter how I bend I will keep love near me.

To The Grave

Where do the secrets go, After they've been hidden? How are the lies disposed, In this life you've written?
You did everything for me. You did everything to me. But the shades of truth and the light of your lies, Has left me feeling alone And confused inside.
Am I selfish? Or are you? Do the lies matter? Or does the truth?
Does the pattern of regret replay in your mind? Will the reflection of your lies Alter my life?
There's more to you Than I ever expected. But before I knew, Before I wept, it was always your love that I respected.
Forgiveness is as shaded As the lies we tell.