My situation feels more like I’m simply existing and letting the world go by, not truly living.

Spending the better part reading stories, playing boardgames and caring for several rambunctious young earthlings.

I might be lonely, worthless and lost, but I will continue, for I am alive.

Years ago; poor, homeless, alone, wanted to die. Today; married, home, and glad I lived.

Within my fragile frame,

Dwells eternal, golden rays

Evening marks mortality

Until it’s day, perpetually

Woeful amongst seafarers’ ghosts,

weathering Pacific gales;

wailing with tsunami sirens;

waiting with the spirits.

I’m currently living with my two offspring and one other inhabitant. She’s called mom. Help!

No matter how

large or small,

Or how ornate,

A cage is still a cage.

Living in a world of crazy events, where the balance is shifting.

So are you.