Resting in the now

I drank my coffee coldish on the couch as I nursed the baby and tears blurred. Letting go of a dream – of a part of me – so that I can fully embrace today is salty hard. I realized it’s hard because it is the grief of a loss. It is forcing my fingers…

He sees

It was over. She knew it. Life had spat in her face, and she had spat back, once. Only now, her mouth was too dry to even swallow. Her lips were cracked and her throat was raw as sandpaper. The scorching sun beat down on her head and she collapsed under the dried little bush…