The smell of Gain and dryer sheets is so thick I can feel it in my pores. A fan spins in rhythm with the massive dryers. l think of all the places I’ve watched my clothes spin. There was the laundry room in my dormitory building where I alternated between studying textbooks and the pages [...]
Tag: Gratitude
The seed provided.
Something sprouted up in my tiny garden that I didn’t recognize. It didn’t look like any of the plants growing around it. I couldn’t identify it by it's immature leaves. I hadn’t planted in that particular spot so I was confused. It grew a little more and seemed like it was starting to vine. Then [...]
Delivered
“I tried to be a hero for a day, but all my superpowers failed to save. So I turned in my ego and my cape. I was made to fly, but not this way. It all starts with breathing You in; breathing You in deeply. I’ve been drowning under my skin. No one but You [...]
Not even for a moment.
“I don’t want you to feel alone.”, he says. And a contradiction spins between my ears and barely skips past my tongue, “But I am...and I’m not. I’m alone and never alone. They are always with me. But I also feel alone in this.” Through the day they are right by my side or held [...]
January
Week 1 The first week of the year. The first week of a few household changes. And our rhythm has shifted. So I feel the need to summarize it as best as I can. We went through the week with less technology and more books. We worked through spelling words and math equations. We told [...]
Born to be
Yesterday, we were leaving the store as the sun was beginning to set. The sky was awash with apricot. The thin black lines and fans of palm trees contrasted in the glow. I pointed it out to Ezra. We stood for a moment staring up at it. And then seemingly out of nowhere, Ezra said, [...]
Stitched up
I tell a six year old who says things like, “I’m very interested in surgery.” that he’s going to stitch up some organs and then watch his eyes light up. . I explain that he will stitch the pieces together and fill them up. Plush organs we will use for another project. . And I [...]
Scars
This body of mine bears scars. . Scars from mishaps. Scars from pain stitched up while tears fell. Scars from the life it's carried and brought into this world. . This body of mine is constantly changing. It is a map of where life has led it. It is a mirror reflecting it's challenges and [...]
Emmy Goulet 
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