The Office Is The Only Hope

The office is the source of hope. But it brings with it, more.   Fluid filled, cystic anxiety. Blood soaked uncertainty. Regression, after success. Loss.   It brings stomach aches and heart palpitations. Emotions and exposed nerves that are scrubbed raw, to maintain sanitary conditions in the sterile environment.   It’s a recurring nightmare that offers the promise of a dream. The office is the … Continue reading The Office Is The Only Hope

A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out

Don’t you hate? Heavy lids, dull eyes, jealous heart. Hateful thoughts, ugly lies escaping. The stifling cocoon of inadequacy. Slumping shoulders, curved spine, bent knees. Longing for the all-consuming comfort of open wounds. The weight of exhaustion.     Don’t you love? A bit of release. A full intake of breath, balanced with a paired exhale. A bit of gray peeking out, from behind the … Continue reading A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out