From short stories to poetry to just her opinions on life. Heather writes it all.
Yesterday haunts me and tomorrow escapes me I cannot see through the apparition to see myself where my reflection once was I wipe and wipe the glass as if I can clear it But you cannot wipe away the past The best I can do is see glimpses of me When I walk away
I am more than the mountains you wish to climb Or the cave you wish to explore I am more than a life giver And a home maker I am more than my talents Or my trained skills I am more than a nurturer Or teacher of all things big and small For I am... Continue Reading →
I am not at peace For my insides are at war My mind fights an imaginary battle Where there are no winners, only losers My body is armed and attacking Only it seems to attack itself instead of outside forces On the surface, I appear as if my soul dance in the sunshine But, I... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I feel as if I am cold blooded For when the sun is gone and it is cold and gray It is as if my body does not function Oh, how I wish to be On a rock in the sun Feeling completely at peace with the world
Sometimes at night My thoughts come to life And wrap its long fingers around my throat Leaving me gasping Eventually it grows weary and releases its grip I lie there with my thoughts As if it were a lover next to me Wishing to be lovingly embraced Only to find its touch is icy When... Continue Reading →
He took me off the shelf Because he liked my cover He clumsily fingered my spine Hoping it would give him the answers Then page by page he turned quickly As if he could really absorb it For I was an open book But sadly he was illiterate It was all there in black and... Continue Reading →
In a world full of darkness Any light shines brighter As a beacon of hope That we are not alone Light comes from within With every smile Every kind gesture Cuts through the darkness like a knife One little smile may not light the world But that smile will light someone's soul In a world... Continue Reading →
Pull it out of you All of the pain and damage Until you are free
Wearing more than tears on my shirt My vulnerability is woven into each stitch The holes within me are beginning to break through Thread that binds my soul to my body begins to unravel And here I am again Giving you another piece of me
Innocence Hunts the Wicked I taste your heart beat as you enter the room Innocence is always sweet The anticipation fills your veins as you survey your surroundings Button by button My eyes undress your anxiety You smile as if we already know each other I pretend not to notice when you walk my way... Continue Reading →
Writing In The Deep 