I’d just like to say that being a widow fucking sucks, so appreciate every little annoying quirk and thing that your spouse does to drive you crazy and love them anyway and love them good!
Out of nowhere came this urgent need to reconnect with him. It had been several years but took only minutes before his voice was in my ear and he was damning me for reaching out again. I’d found him in limbo, which wasn’t actually surprising, he’d already done his stint in India, studying with theContinue reading “Divine Intervention”
I lost my first love to death at nineteen, chased his ghost for a decade; trying to find him, trying to find who I was without him, until I met the mate of my soul; found love with him so true and unconditional that I was totally free just to be and discover me. NowContinue reading “Death Changes Us – “
Byron Terry April 24, 1952 – August 31, 2015 I’ve known death and darkness, but the pain and devastation of losing my husband is like nothing I could ever have imagined. I wish it on no one. Travel well, my beautiful man, and know that when we meet again, I’m going to kick your ass hardContinue reading “Love lost “
A fortress she built, stronghold round her heart, burying the key within an ancient tomb, so that no man could do as once he had done ~ ©2014 jillterry | gypsychyk.com
And she jumped through willingly, every ring of fire, an animal doing tricks, in hopes of pleasing her trainer; presents-a-plenty whenever she succeeded, loving words and tender touches that soothed the wounds and eased the burn. And though he longed to be her master, he misstepped one too many, and as any wild lioness, beingContinue reading “Ring of Fire”
He could no longer see the goodness, feel the warmth from the light that emanated from within her; no longer cared or believed her claims of love. For the vile hurtful words of truth penetrated deep, daggers slung with precision, straight to the heart. But instead of pulling them out and assessing the damage hisContinue reading “In truth”
The pain we carry Whether real or Mental phantoms Keep us trapped No matter what hope We think we’ve found Or how deep a mark We believe we’ve made The illusion fades Because it’s a mere Surface reflection Of who we really are In fear we retreat Back inside ourselves Not wanting to reveal OrContinue reading “Hidden truths”