Enduring With Sanity

being alive
forces us to survive
but surviving isn’t living

our days on this earth
will be filled with some shit
but we must rise above

acceptance of our reality
lessens the blows
cools the struggles

joy and comfort
are still to be found
in heaps all around

one foot in front of the other
maintaining balance
homeostasis can be achieved

I wish I could recall what post inspired these thoughts, but I can’t! I do know that it was in response to something Eugenia said. Maybe she remembers? 🙂


Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #127 – Infinite &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #265 – You live in a world where no gods exist.

for every mind conscious
there are infinite depictions
of what a god is
or what gods aren’t

every shape and form
every sort of dogma
every possibility of the imagination is presented
for humanity’s consumption

some believe there is one
others believe there are many
and more and more think
you live in a world where no gods exist

our world endures such ugliness
with deaths in the millions
from violence, cancer, abuse, war, starvation
and so many more atrocities

if a god or gods did exist
why would they allow
this fermentation of hideousness
to fester unchecked rather than abolish it

perhaps we live in a world where no gods exist

Reblogs – Penny Wilson & VJ Knutson

As writers and poets, our work reveals our response to the people, places, and things we encounter. Sometimes, we provide wisdom too. But mostly, we unveil who we are.

Who You Read On the Page by Penny Wilson

Who you read  
on the page  
is a process  
of excavating  
one’s mind  
not your  
the writer’s  
to unveil  
the meaning  
the intent  

Facing Truths by VJ Knutson

I am gregarious 
eagerly anticipating 
the unknown 

But the subconscious 
alights on old stories 
gathers sanctimonious 
rumours of unworthiness 
spits out shame 
and rage 

Reveals the truth – 
I am vulnerable. 

The Hunted

The lockdown commenced. I had to cut the door with the arc welder, not using my craft for construction but rather for destruction. The sparks bit into my flesh, leaving burn trails blistering on my fingers. But it was a worse danger trapped here behind glass and steel. 

Gathering my might, I punched out the square etched in the door. I wouldn’t condone the murder of innocent people. It was time to disrupt “The Hunt the psychopaths organized annually. They thought it fun to watch the challenge of people attempting to escape only to suffer and die trying. 

Not today.

The Favorites

it takes time and circumstance
to find the right ones
just the few steadfast
handful of friends
the ones who are our strength
and also our cover
shielding us from attacks
wrapping us up in their arms
emanating all the love
our tired and aching psyches need

going through trials and tribulations
it separates the wheat from the chaff
and when those friends prove themselves
over and over again
cherish those
for they will be by your side for the duration

Note: While I wish some of the human race would get their shit together, it’s not likely to happen in my time. For this reason, I generally don’t like people, but I love the ones that I like.


Photo by Andreas Wohlfahrt on Pexels.com

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #264 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #126 – Evolve

While this is not a new creation, both Reena and Eugenia prompted me to revisit this piece and bring it new life. 🙂

birth delivers an unknown entity
and life begins yet again 
you start to exist

the business of life
is to evolve
into your best form

the goal is to reach
a physical peak
then head to the inevitable conclusion

during your stay
your personality
the essence of you
continues to be shaped
by the experiences, tools, and influences along the way

daring to live
requires enhancing it
doing it your way
requires courage

i hope you find joy in it along the way 

Originally published 5/23/2018 on I Write Her. Presented here with revisions.