Love is inscrutable

Love is inscrutable,

That’s what makes it so beautiful.

We all can’t understand,

The love inside of each man.


The love of a brother,

And the sacrifice of a mother.

The selflessness of a stranger,

That protects us from danger.


Love breaks the strong,

Brings tears to the wrong.

Captures the smiles of the broken,

Speaks the words that can’t be spoken.


I will always choose love,

When push comes to shove.

Because love is inscrutable,

It makes life much more beautiful.







via Daily Prompt: Inscrutable



I wake up and immediately he’s there… “You can’t do anything, you won’t make it out of the house today. You’re going to stay home and give excuses to everyone who wants you to come out.” I tell him to leave me alone. He doesn’t know me, or who I am, or know about the plans that I have… I have to say this over and over and over,  but he doesn’t seem to listen.  I get ready: do my hair and makeup, and pick out some stylish clothes. He’s leaving me alone; he isn’t even bothering me right now. For a minute, it’s like he was never even there.

`After I get all ready, and I finally go to leave– He shakes me! I feel cold, numb, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I can’t get a deep breath… What’s going on with me, why is this happening? I feel like I should call someone to help me get this man away, but it’s no use. He always finds me.

He finally stops shaking me and the feelings of numbness and the cold subside. I am able to catch my breath now. I breathe slowly in and out, and I finally grab my keys and leave. If I go fast enough and keep focused, I won’t notice he’s following me or lurking close by. I go to the store and make a few pit stops here and there. One of my friends call me and ask if I want to meet up with them for a bit. I say, “sure, would love it!” I get so excited. I can’t wait to go chat with my girls and tell them about the day, or catch up on the latest gossip. I pull into the coffee shop and I see my friends walking in, but they don’t see me. I go to shut off my car and the next thing I know, he’s in my car sitting in my passenger’s seat. “Why?! Why?! Can’t I get a break?!” Then it all starts again… He starts shaking me and sending chills to my very core… this time, he doesn’t choke me, but I have to definitely focus on every breath, lest I die. Finally, he gets out of my car and goes away. I decide it’s probably best to pull away and go back home. I call my friend and tell her that something came up and I’ll have to meet up some other time.

I get home and I start to make dinner. I find a TV program I love and for a bit I’m great! I feel at peace and  I’m comfortable. Yay! Tonight is going to be a good night! My hope is that he will leave me alone and not come barging in my house; I mean he is definitely an unwanted visitor. Anyway, the time goes by and I start to get ready for bed. I take a nice warm shower, put on some comfy jammies, and make sure everything is locked and the lights are off. I walk down the hall and head toward my bedroom. I have that feeling again… someone is watching… I crawl into bed and set my alarm. I still have that weird feeling… just then I realize it’s him; he’s a silhouette, standing in my bedroom doorway… he’s waiting for me to fall asleep, just to wake me up in the middle of the night and terrify me… I’m sure you have heard of him… His name is Anxiety. shadpw-person-mcallen-672x300

via Daily Prompt: Silhouette


Have you ever been late? Tardy? Not present when you should’ve been? Yep, me too! My sophomore year of college I was taking a particular English class where the teacher was definitely a very strict- no excuses- kinda gal. So, that morning I knew I was running late, so I was I was trying to hustle to get to that class from my dorm. Well, being such a graceful person, I somehow missed the first few steps going down and just fell to the edge of the landing where there was a wooden border– I split my kneecaps open, deep enough to bleed through my pantyhose. However, like a true late champion, I got back up and continued to hobble and skip to my English class. The moment I get to class, I walk in and the teacher looks at me. “You’re late, demerits for you.” I’m sort of ashamed, but not too much… I just lifted my skirt above my knees and said, ” I just busted my kneecaps to get here, can I have a little grace or a bandaid??” I did get a bandaid; however, I don’t believe I got out of the demerits that day… Advice: Don’t bust your kneecaps for a place you’re already running late for, it doesn’t change a thing. fallen

via Daily Prompt: Tardy

In the beginning…

There is a beginning to everything, so here I am beginning my new beginning. I wondered if I should even start a blog because, let’s be honest, my attention span is that of a water bottle… baffled??? exactly. I am a wife and a mother, so to find time for myself is very limited. I have always had high expectations for myself, whether it be to be a writer, a photographer, a singer, an actor… and well… I did become a photographer, so that’s half a gold star 🙂 I realize, I am a writer when I choose; a singer when I want; and an actor in my own life drama every single day. I have been through many things in my almost 32 years of life that brought me to this new beginning. [I’d like to insert, that as I write this, the guy at the next table just spilled his coffee all over the place, it wasn’t me for once– this is a moment that helps me feel I had something in order today– I didn’t spill my drink all over! However, I did help him clean it up:)] Anyway, where was I… ah, yes, a start, a new start where I choose to be different this year. I want to push myself further than I have before; learn more than I had in previous years; be the best I can be in every aspect of life. This blog is for me to write down my thoughts, perceptions, joys, miseries all in the way I want to share them. I may make mountains out of molehills or whatever people say. I may be a little more dramatic and emotional than other females, but it’s me and I plan to be just who I am. I plan to provide encouragement to the discouraged; a laugh to the serious-hearted; a tear to the tough; and confusion to the ones that have it “all figured out”. Join me on this journal journey… I have no clue where I am headed 🙂valentine