I Don’t Know What Should Be Said

No one tells you what it's like to lose your mother at 24 when you're across the country and are sure she isn't dying.  No one tells you how to act.  No one tells you what you're supposed to say.  And maybe they don't know. How long until you're supposed to be okay again?  Because …

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Going

There is something echoing through me A feeling of family When you find it you must grab it Because it always leaves you behind In my experience A soft cadence touches your cheek Gently running its fingers through your hair As it passes Beckoning you home But should you go? Heart and soul are torn …

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Leaving Dublin

When I left Dublin a month ago, I didn't know why I was leaving. I didn't know where I would be when I got home. I didn't want it to end, but like all adventures do, it did. But I've had some reflection. I've been led. And I think that I'm where I'm supposed to be. I think I know what the next step is. I'm just trying not to rush it.