by Molly McHaney I feel my heart cracking open like an egg birthing some unknown beautiful creature that lies curled up like fragile lace inside with wings powerful enough to fly high close to the sun and even when it feels as though my heart will break as the rotten pieces are burned off with …
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Stop Wasting Time, because Time is Life
If you’ve ever had to face your mortality a little earlier than you may have expected, like me, you learn that time is more valuable than money even, because time means precious life on earth. And then when you live with the ongoing threat of your potential early demise because of the threat of cancer …
A Poem Came to Me This Morning
When death rattled In my chest and I felt Myself on the edge Of some invisible point, once you go there, if you make it back you are forever changed. But not in a bad way, just in a way of knowing the other side while still living on earth. but once you cross and …
Statistically, I Should Be Dead
I stopped looking at statistics on cancer especially the kind of breast cancer I was diagnosed with a few years ago. It does nothing to soothe the anxiety, I’ll say that. Everyone knows you shouldn’t Google any medical condition. The results are always the same, the odds aren’t good. The odds weren’t good for me …
Happy Spring Equinox
I always feel a sense of renewal at this time of the year when the darkest night of winter turns into the brightest light of day. I am really into my garden planning lately. My youngest child and I planted seeds a few weeks ago and they are growing so fast. Just like my kids …
What is Time?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time. I do always feel a renewal this time of year. A time to contemplate and heal. Fresh starts are my favorite. I renew my contract with myself to enjoy the present. Don’t worry so much about time. What do we have but moments strung together and then …
For my last love ❤️ a poem by me
I am sifting through the heartache, picking through the remnants of the end of something we once called the great love of our lives. Now there’s only scraps, memories, dreams, visions of a smile and how you helped me up the stairs if I lost my balance; but something changed. You were not always the …
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