Moving Forward

I never thought something so seemingly easy, could be so difficult. Life goes on, whether you believe you want it to or not, daily routines change and some remain the same. Possessions shift, diminish and grow, like the waxing and waning of the moon, yet it’s something inside that remains the same, grows stagnant and

Divine Intervention

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 the

The Silent Killer

Fear is a silent killer that comes in many forms, recognizable at times, well disguised at others; it slowly chips away at us. Breaking off pieces, sometimes chunks at a time, from the inside out until there is nothing left. She tried again and again to express her heartfelt apologies and sorrow for the things

Truth

Life goes on Though not the way Expected Not the way Intended A purgatory Somewhere between Life and death Living and dying And I wondered If in purgatory There at least Lived a chance And if there did I really hoped I wouldn’t die ©2012 jill terry jillterry.com

It’s too late

We both knew it had to end Couldn’t go on the way it was One of us had to say stop I couldn’t find the will or strength And now that he’s gone Turned his back and walked away I find my self wanting to tell him All the things he needed to know All

I L L U S I O N

Imagining how it could be Seeing how it really is Makes me want to stop Dreaming altogether – ©2012 jillterry

TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCE

It never ceases to amaze me To what lengths people will go To appease their own ego To maintain the façade Making themselves And their lives Appear more gradiouse Than they actually are How many would rather Live a life built on lies Rather than face And admit their own truth Its only when we

TIS THE SEASON

White gossamer wings Reflecting the north-flowing waters Rapidly flying south Grey clouds lowly hover Looking as if to blanket the trees Reflecting the heaviness She feels in her heart The sadness That floods Her soul While others plan their festivities To mark a time of giving thanks All she can do is wander lost Under

AT WORLDS END

Silver and ebony She is autumn’s child At the height of her being Living on fate Moments of melancholy Memories fade Hope slowly wanes Bringing fits of rage Seeing and hearing Things forced on her person Swallowing them whole Then choking and purging Fighting her way To another worlds end Where no one has to