Knees Bowed

I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive aContinue reading “Knees Bowed”

Me: The Emotional-Abuser

BATTENING DOWN THE HATCHES His words and gesture hit a nerve. An internal wound. It’s been replaying in my mind all week – in slow-motion, in fast play, when I’m busy, when I’m quiet. I see it in nauseating detail. I could describe it all pixel by pixel. I immediately battened down the hatches. BatteningContinue reading “Me: The Emotional-Abuser”