thepiercehome's profile

My heart is a dying ember, but it has not always been so. I remember a time when it was most alive, a raging fire that loved fiercely and completely, consuming anything that might rise up against it. There were young, awkwardly exhilarating, secret meetings with him- my first love. I knew I was his treasure, waiting to be discovered, revealed. I was certain I loved more deeply, felt more intensely, than any other person in the world. My eyes could never hide the depth of my feeling. I can no...

I love to hear a canary sing. When I was in college, I cleaned houses in an upscale neighborhood in Columbia, South Carolina. One of the homes belonged to a single woman in her fifties who had a passion for birds. She was the proud caretaker of a cockatoo, a parrot, and her newest love, a male red-factor canary. She was never home when I cleaned, so I visited with the birds while I worked. The cockatoo was interesting enough, I guess. He was just in a bad temper all the time, fluffing his fe...

The Writing Hours The rain is falling ever so gently and the clouds have dipped low to swallow my view of the mountains. I don’t mind very much. Today, my heart stands in the sun. I feel the warmth in the tips of my fingers as I type, and I cannot stop smiling. My long lost friend has been found. And I want to live again. It is the earthy pleasure of life I let my spirit taste today. I hold my perfect cup of green tea a little longer before the first sip, anticipating, knowing its heat will o...

See me. I am not the person you created, the one you expected. I may not be the one you wanted. But I am here, real. Please see me. Hear me. I am not saying what you thought I would, what you wanted to hear. But it is my voice. Please listen. Touch me. I am not silk, but I am not wool. I am alive, warm. I feel. Please touch me. Love me. Not who you thought I was, not who you can make me, not for who I make you. Love me, for me. Please.

ANGST- German for “fear”, a feeling of anxiety or apprehension often accompanied by depression. Who knew there was one word that could sum up the last 25 years of my life? I’ve used the word many times before, but didn’t realize until this morning how concisely this one word could represent the entirety of my emotional state. So, how have you been? In angst. What’s up? Just angst. Where have you been? With angst. Where are you going? To angst. You wouldn’t exactly describe this as victorious ...