Mental Health · Poetry


I wrote this poem a long, long time ago. I found a disk of old documents that were on a computer I used in 2002 and 2003. I miss writing poetry. This is not all that great, but it is something. Something will have to do, especially since I have not put fingers to keyboard in this sacred blog space for a long time. I am part of many new writing projects. One of them is Children’s Craniofacial Association blog, where I volunteer my time as blog editor ( This is an organization that has been in and out of my life for the past six years. I have helped them with their annual retreats in 2010 and 2013.  This is only the beginning of a more permanent, volunteer role. 

There is more to come in the wide world of sports and other ventures. I pray my big writing break will come some day soon. 

For now, I leave you with this…





The tears bead and roll down the sides and chambers of my heart

Tickling my soul

And rattling my well being

Only to puddle in my belly button

A pool of depression and discontent.


It doesn’t take much to trigger,

A sideways glance,

Or an off-hand remark

Can do the trick.

It’s just that easy,

One moment you’re up and the next you’re down


Some days are worse than others.

Tuesday you could drown in your sorrow,

While Sunday may only leave you damp,


Like wearing a wet bathing suit on a humid day.


I wait for sunny, drier times.

I cherish them

Holding them

Like dark Godiva Chocolate in my mouth,

Only to see them melt away,

Into a smooth, slippery sadness

To be swallowed,


To sit in my stomach

To weigh on my heart.

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