What does the future hold? — As the sun begins to set I’m shedding my old skin Like a snake in the grass Slithering its tongue What will this new life expose Is there strength or giving up in pain I can’t see what it looks like Not seeing you again The time is not here…

Introduction to ILLUMINATION’S-MIRROR I’ve been writing since I was a young child. I wrote in spurts and was never consistent. Most of the time through my early 20s, it was when I was down, a relationship break up, or some sort of personal catastrophe. I began writing again about a…

DISSENT Did you experience challenges in 2020 too Is there something we can actually do Such sanity reigned unchallenged Seriously folks, I hope 2021 brings new possibilities Even in the worst of the worst times Nothing is beyond our reach — if we don’t give up and care enough To…

How does it really feel? Being touch starved — also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation — occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things. (Wikipedia) I live with a family that doesn’t touch much. My husband hugs and kisses me in the morning…

No tricks necessary — Poetry is soul food It calms my howling heart Centers me and brings peace Feeds me from the inside out Poetry is love No deeper well exists No greater expression The price of love fulfilled Poetry sings the most beautiful notes Reverberating from within and spilling over Revealing the deepest, darkest secrets Keeping…

Adhering to new submission guidelines — My first thought when I read the new guidelines for submission was WTF? I was a little confused. I wasn’t sure of my footing. How could I possible meet your criteria? *Know Thyself New Submissions Guidelines* Updated 12th of March, 2022medium.com Now back to my WTF? Some things are easy for me. The main purpose of KTHT is to share…

Don’t dawdle over difficult decisions — I fight it, I fight it, I fight it Then I know I’m done It takes days, months, years Moments Then it comes to me Out of the blue Can that be true Or did I know all along That precarious point Of no return No denying Knowing this much is true…

What a long, strange trip it’s been* — What I see in you I refuse to see in my self So I put these gloomy feelings Up on my extraordinary shelf Then on a day without reason Some may even call it treason Seductively calling your name, I’m driven Could it be all might be forgiven This disorder…