Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Sometimes I hate myself

It’s so easy in my head. I just say the words and they float away like tired dandelions on the edge of the wind. Perched helplessly on the lips of a gentle breeze, anxiously awaiting that first kiss. But in the real world, where the lights are bright and breezes are seldom, my words hide like field mice. Afraid of their own shadows. And I can only watch as silence floods the land.


  1. I loved the image of words hiding like field mice... so evocative. As usual. Powerful and honest.

  2. I often say to myself "I hate myself" or "I hate my life"-but tomorrow I will have my 57th birthday-I need to learn to be thankful-peace