The Orphan, a new poem.

I’m still working on this one (this is rough draft number five), but it’s beginning to take shape. __________________________________ Cancer, the silent killer. By the time you see the symptoms, it’s too late. Blood in the urine, bile behind the eyes. Jaundiced skin stretched over calcified bones; you watch the organs fail, one by one.…

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Creeping Up on Me.

I can feel it again. That melancholy, the dragging not-quite-depression, the cloying bitterness of self-disappointment is sneaking back into my heart. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. Life is good. Life is so good, it’s almost hard to believe. My marriage has never been better, I’m working my dream job, and I’m constantly…

Here’s to a Beautiful New Year!

Months of self-doubt, self-hate, and self-destruction culminated in a total catharsis for me this summer. I spent the first half of 2014 thinking I wanted something different –something greater– than what I had, and I nearly risked everything to achieve an “independence” I thought I needed for validation of my worth. What I nearly did,…

Opportunistic.

There comes a point in time, when you realize you don’t deserve what you had. A time, when you see yourself for the bitch you truly are. You stand in the light and the blemishes paint themselves on your skin, little lightposts marking the path on your road to sin. There comes a time, when…

Mask

and when the mask fades away stripped of the layers of false hope joy pride faith love all that’s left is a sad, sad girl ————————————- Thanks for reading, Victoria Elizabeth

The Return of Happiness

I feel my happiness coming back. It’s been a slow process, but it’s returning, and I can feel the warmth spreading through my body. I doubt myself less often. I feel encouraged, supported, and appreciated. I have rediscovered the love of family, the love of friends, and the love of myself I had so carelessly…

People Come, People Go

At thirty years old, I am constantly learning how little I know. I must frequently face my own nescience and come to terms with the fact that there is always someone smarter, always someone more creative, and always – ALWAYS – someone more talented that will beat me in every battle. With this recurring dose…

Playing Grown-Up (poem)

This is a poem I’ve been working on (and endlessly tweaking) for the last four months. I can’t seem to get it where I like it, so I thought I would share it here and solicit feedback. Any ideas or thoughts are welcomed. ———————————– Does it ever dawn on you that maybe you’re just faking…

My Reflection (a poem)

Recent inspiration results in a lot of new poetry. I’m not sharing the majority of it (yet), but I will try to post a few here and there. Here’s one that I wrote (with a dry erase marker on the bathroom mirror) this morning. It’s unedited and weak, but I don’t plan to revisit it…

New Story: An Index of My Failures

An Index of My Failures A I am not able to forget. I am not an artist. I am not an athlete. B I am not beautiful. I am not blossoming. I am not brainy. I am not brave. I am not brawny. C I am not crafty. I am not creative. I am not…