Each morning that I wake up, I’m reminded of how cruel my reality has become because you are no longer in it. My dreams are much kinder to my fragile state, because there, I can still see you. I can still touch, hear, and talk to you. My mind creates a thousand different scenarios where ...

Wheelchairs cruising along dim hallways,the heels of white-cloaked saintsclicking with each deliberate step,carrying trays of food and medicine. A wailing newborn cry echoes among tilesborn into a world of chaos,sorrow, joy, and summer nightswithin the spectrum of life. A weary individual waits in a crowded room,He hopes heaven will answer his prayers,begging and pleading with ...

I hide amidst the rolling cloudsBecause it’s where I find you mostYour jokes and voice now memoriesBut here you are my friend I miss you every single dayAnd I watch and wait and prayThat I may catch a glimpse of youSomewhere beyond the moon But amidst the rolling cloudsI see you finallyAs I sit and ...

Imagine,  there's still milk, juice, and snacks for the week in 17 refrigerators once fresh, but now soured.

Not having you here has seemed like a dream that I cannot wake from. You were here when I left and when I came back to reality you were gone. I Ask myself, why? Why so soon? Why wouldn’t I go to you sooner? Why, why, why… Now it’s too late. The time to make ...

The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ...

Cancer: The word means nothing to most people. But to the people who have it, or those close to them, the word means everything.

My heart weeps silently          for the child                    I once carried My mind paralyzed          with fear of a reoccurrence                    but my body longs                             to be the vessel That carries your          fragile, tiny frame                    supporting you in                             my cracked container You fluttered and          my heart melted                    connecting ...

Even in death she was still a demanding old lady. Thunder crashed and lightning stuck bringing me back to reality.

“Is this better?” Mike asked as he finished fixing the pillows behind Lena. “Yeah. Thanks, babe.” Lena didn’t want to look him in the eye for fear that he might see the truth behind the lie. She couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard she tried. Every position hurt. “What else can I do?” Mike ...