Center...

God how I love to be back here. The ex will understand what I am talking about and if you are curious I will tell you more.

Yesterday was a rough one. Had to go to the house to pick up some more stuff and on the ride there I guess the emotional force of it hit me. I was not prepared to walk into our home that he lives in with her. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. After a lot of tears and getting settled back into my apartment with my people around me, and a lot of sleep, I am back to center.

Hope everyone is well. Will try to start blogging again, but been focused on other things as of late

Peace out my peeps.

Suicide Poem, A Sonnet

Suicide Poem, A Sonnet
by Stage Diva

Was I bewitched so by the thin red line
To notice not that time released its hold
And let pale Iris snip the silver twine
To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.
Existence now is not what I was told;
No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,
Just silence, painful silence, and the cold
Discomfort of my masochistic fear,
So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear
My soul until the ache's too much to bare,
As mortal life mirages now appear:
Intangible are they; away they tear.
Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon
When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.