Petalouda Pieces Blog

      They leave little parts       of themselves with me       They move away But I'm not free!

As I stand in the midst Of this wilderness  Called life Tears roll down my face And I wonder Am I alone Am I the only one With these thoughts Am I the only one Wondering Is this it Is this all there is To life Standing in the wilderness Wolves snapping at my feet Trying to topple me To the

The tears falling  down my face  washing my heart releasing the pain that is my life  to the Universe  to steer away from this life and create a new way of being  of sharing of caring  As the floodgates to my heart burst open and I peer through to the other side I am afraid  yet hopeful I am strong yet weak as I l

Last Breath When you took your last breath, I was there Even though I was so unaware Of what it meant to me for you to be free As you continued your journey breathlessly  I looked, watching, hoping for one more time to see the rise and fall of your chest While already knowing your time had come You had begun your period of rest  My hand u

I wonder…I wonder why black men die I think… I think police use black men as target practice  confusing black target silhouettes with black men I think police need to think before they press And stop thinking black men are less I wonder…I wonder why black men die Then I get it ... It's obvious when it's a white man No one h

Why are we not seeing the CHANGE we were promised in those heady days leading up to November, 2008? Should I just end this conversation before I begin? Should I just use the insanity defense? Why did we buy into that expectation of CHANGE? Were we mesmerized by Nina Simone singing in the background… Everything must change Nothing stays th

Sun rays dance among the trees creating a unique relationship with the shadows hiding in broad view throughout the forest. The sun rays flit, flirt, jump, twirl, and twist with sharpness and grace, highlighting all the goings on of every living creature, every rock, every stream of water meandering on its journeyed purpose within the forest. Strong

The cactus  A rose in the desert Standing firm Even when surrounded by nothingness Finding water Where there seemingly is none Finding hope in seeming hopelessness Beauty Is in the eye of the beholder  The cactus Prickly on the outside But underneath those bristles oftentimes is a soft smooth skin And inside