The Empath’s Journey

The Empath’s Journey

Always, on my life’s journey, For as long as I can remember, The “other” has assigned me a role. The consummate friend. The submissive woman. The good Christian. The sacrificing mom. The helpful neighbor. The one to take the blame. The one to come to...
The Final Exorcism

The Final Exorcism

It was never hatredOr angerThat turned me stoicHard and coldUntouchableLike a statue But a sort of madnessGrowingGerminating inside meThe tug of warWith your clawsOn my flesh, so pliable It was the little thingsThe passing thingsSpoken, here and thereBenign, innocuous...