Along God's path and nature's wrath, I follow Faith in life's aftermath. On the way I find lost pieces of my mind, fabrics of memories and fragments of time, where tears water the destroyed gardens, uprooted in their prime, too early to consider rebirth, still unable to master peace of mind. Along God's path and … Continue reading Life’s Aftermath
(To my son, Trey Biddy) Holding you for the first time, I knew one day I'd have to let you go - but just not today. When you took your fist steps, I knew they were the first of many that would one day lead you down your own path - but just not today. … Continue reading Just Not Today
There are songs I sing still, but so long forgotten, haunting a story that should rest, disturbing my slumber with a touch I can't seem to remember, yet must remind myself to forget. I stand aside to let it pass, but the melody twists and turns through these valleys, relentlessly searching to bring me back … Continue reading Songs I Sing
Shadows whisper bittersweet words of regret, and I see you there as clearly as you once were in all your natural beauty and simple grandeur. ~ Susan
They find me in the night, while eyes shut tight, whispered none the same, seeking their claim. Some get jotted, most are forgotten. I awake haunted, by my own words I’ve been taunted.
Expressions of sunlight, burning delight, mysteries in moonlight silence the night. Echoed souvenirs line the walls, defining here our treasured moments, as well as hidden fears. It's one of life's greatest pleasures and toughest journeys, embracing the hurts and joys, alike, to free our tears. -- Susan (Photo taken of an abandoned building Fort Cobb)
A young man stands before me in the halo of an infant taking his first steps beyond me to fulfill a destiny all his own. ~ Susan
Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, "Come find me again."
There's an emotion rising in my eyes, a catch in my throat, a whisper I cannot shake found in these halls where I connect too much with your ghost, a figment really of a girl on a beach, toes in the sand and that smile I remember most, among so many senses I cannot forget. … Continue reading A Catch in My Throat
And before I die I assure you I'll cry over that first kiss, denied and deprived over many oceans and beyond anyone's notion of what could have been, preventing what should have been. I suppose it all comes to its destined end, despite our legacies, our family, our friends. For the heart wants what it … Continue reading Denied and Deprived