it splits, it splinters, shredding each frail piece.

breaking apart the symmetry that once held it in place.

 pick the fragments up and heap them in a pile.

that is all it’s really worth, even when you smile.

donna marie

the blow

 the blow struck her suddenly-

i watched her stumble low.

she never saw it coming-

how could she possibly know?

i wonder…. can she take it-

the pain that sears her heart-

or will she end up in a pit-

while her mind frays apart.

donna marie

let you down

don’t want to let you down-

trying hard as i can-

wish you understood-

what a terrible mess i am-

it pains, it smothers me-

so tightly it’s wound-

till i’m all but shattered-

where i can’t be found.

donna marie


into the deep

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind-

As if my brain had split-

I tried to match it- Seam by Seam-

But could not make it fit.

-Emily Dickinson

This poem describes how I feel a great deal of the time– but I am learning to be grateful that I feel things so deeply. I see that God has given me great empathy for others and I know that it comes from going through deep waters.   dmi

Chapter 3

The following is fictional. It is an original story. I try to install a new chapter each week. You can find all of them under “musings” on my blog site. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The day I met him was the day my life changed forever. Never again would ANYTHING be the same for me. It was almost as if a black curtain had been drawn and I could no longer see anyone or anything I loved. I remember that I missed my bus on the way home from school. I decided to take the path through the woods to shorten the walk. All at once I was on the ground reeling from pain. My head hurt….. oh my head!! I was bleeding!!! Next, I was being rolled up in a canvas cloth. It was dark and I couldn’t breathe. I still did not know what was happening. It all came so fast and I hadn’t heard a single word yet from Him. To my surprise, my own voice was silent as well.

He carried me over bumpy terrain for well over an hour. I didn’t know if it was dark outside yet because of being dark inside the canvas. Finding my voice, I asked, “Where are we going?” No response. Awhile later, we began going up a steep hill. He was still carrying me. He stopped and laid me down on the ground. I was shivering. My teeth were chattering. He told me to stop it. He asked if I needed to go pee and I quickly said no. He then bent down and uncovered my head from the canvas. I was disoriented. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see his face. He was really tall and he had dark hair and blue eyes. His voice sounded kind. How could a man who kidnapped a young girl sound “kind”? He offered me a drink of water, but I declined. Soon I was wrapped back up and on our way we went.

Finally, late that night, we arrived at our destination. I couldn’t see much of it that first night. All I knew was that I was so tired and I missed my mommy. I was laid down down on the floor next to Him. He put his arm over me to keep me there. In a few minutes, I was asleep.


It’s swirling in my head, picking up speed

the familiar fog, that no one would need.

out of nowhere, it showed up like a flash

causing my head to ache and my teeth to gnash

you’re not invited, so please take your leave

i’m sure you know, that I will not grieve.

donna marie