A Solitary Tear by Sue Nolan One tear, two, Maybe three. Gliding gently, Silently. Not a howl, Not a sob, Not even a weep. Just a tear or two or three, Gliding gently, Silently. Heart so broken, Is there even a beat? Emotional daggers, Stabbing every cell. A tear …
Trauma I have discovered, is not only an exceedingly difficult thing to endure but recovery from its lingering effects is a long process. I sit here wondering if I will ever be recovered from it. Will there be a time when its effects will no longer have this stronghold? …
I have been thinking about the resilience we develop throughout our life journey. Right from birth, we have an innate capacity to survive; just making it through the birth is a feat. We are all faced with challenges that test us to breaking point, yet we can dig deep and …
Dear James (Uncle), Let me begin by reassuring you that I do respect you although I could understand if you do not feel this is the case. Simply put, I have had difficulty calling you ‘Uncle’ given the proximity of our ages. You are like an older cousin to me …
This is a short fictional piece on pain that I wrote some time ago to exercise my writing muscles, so to speak. Silent hurt Anna cries inside now; she has wept all that was left to weep. Teardrops that once spilled over her lower eyelids to travel downward over the …
I can hardly believe we are almost into the third day of February already. January just flew by so quickly. My grandchildren’s school holidays came to an end and off to school they went this week to start another yearn of academic learning. For me, this past week has been …
