Past imperfect

April 24, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 14 Comments

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete." - Buddha Confess your imperfections, write them on a wall for all the world to see. Use big, bold strokes, in brutal black paint, where it cannot be ignored. Admit to every flaw, every shortcoming. Reveal your darkest lies and faults. Yet… leave it unsigned. … Continue reading Past imperfect

Conversion conversations

April 16, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 29 Comments

One foible of working from home is the great temptation to stay in pajamas all day, sans bra and makeup. It can make for awkward encounters if you feel compelled to open your front door. He blushed a shade of pink that reminded me of a newly washed baby, a color that I wished I … Continue reading Conversion conversations

Twisted

April 9, 2013January 17, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

I turned down that dark road, Abandoning who I was For who you wanted me to be. Contorted and transformed, I have become unrecognizable in the mirror Held up to my down-turned, shame-filled face Careful where I tread, I twisted an ankle trying Not to break the eggshells I walked on. My stomach knotted with … Continue reading Twisted

The sun on my face

April 4, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Grey, lackluster skies are thick with regret. Rain and tears both threatening, my emotions and the weather mirroring equal measure of melancholy. The energy I expend withdrawing from the emptiness of my room is Herculean. Cocooned in my isolation, I’m comforted by the predictable trivialities of what my life has become. Living in the world … Continue reading The sun on my face

Spring break’s lost weekend

March 27, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 15 Comments

Frat boys linger late at the bar, throwing out baitless pick-up lines at all the pretty girls misbehavin’ for the lovin’ and attention. Gobsmacked by their lack of success, blaming rejection on the game and not their feeble hunting techniques. All popped collars, and gelled hair, believing they’re irresistable and not just ridiculous. Puffed out … Continue reading Spring break’s lost weekend

Tucked away

March 19, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 33 Comments

I wrote your vengeful words on a torn scrap of paper, folding it into four corners to hold in the strictures, then tucked it into an old, musty book. The one that sits on a high shelf, never read, just gathering dust and losing its memories. Plaguing my weary mind, I muted their chittering demands … Continue reading Tucked away