This Feeling

This feeling inside

Can’t be mine

Feeling love, feeling loved

Who knew life could shine

 

Turbulent, tormented, troubled past

Darkness and coldness inside

Filled up my heart

Too much pain to abide

 

Suffering seemed normal

The pain, an old friend

Living in darkness

Seemed to have no end

 

But my heart broken open

Spilled out the pain

The words filled the page

That’s how I stayed sane

 

Anguish was my muse

Filled with disdain

Suicidal, homicidal

Drowning in pain

 

Happiness bubbling up

Was the end of the line

No inspiration to be found

Either earthly or divine

 

That’s what I thought

That’s how I lived

Abandoning my craft

The words now contrived

 

Until this very moment

Floodgates broke open

Creativity survives

My arts not broken

 

The love that I feel

The love that I give

The man that I have

The life that we live

 

The pain still survives

In memories, in other ways

New pain but not from him

New challenges, different days

 

Through it all, he’s been there

A life raft, a hand to hold

Buoying me up, buoying my on

Making my dreams his own

 

A port in the storm

A safe place to land

From the darkness

He offered his hand

 

Trusting him

Completely, totally

With all that I am

Utterly, hopelessly

 

Loving him was easy

Natural as taking a breath

Yes, I do

Until death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Vessel Again

I can’t seem to stay away from this story!

Catherine stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. Her short blond bob had just gone even shorter, into a cute pixie cut. She felt free!

She smiled to herself, funny how something as simple as a haircut could make her feel free when she had already left behind everything that was weighing her down.

She had been onboard the ship for several days now. She seemed to be the only biological life form aboard. There were no other humans on board or anything she would describe as an alien or even an animal. No plant life either. She was completely perplexed as to who was in charge here.

Until Frank spoke to her. Frank was what she was calling the computer, or maybe the ship itself, she was unsure what, exactly, Frank was. Maybe Frank was the on board computer that controlled everything or maybe Frank was the ship itself. The distinction was a minor one, she knew. All she knew for sure was that Frank spoke to her, prepared her meals, adjusted the environment of the ship for her and plotted the course they took.

She knew this, because he had told her so. “The air inside the ship now approximates Earth’s atmosphere to accommodate your needs.” He had told her.

“Approximates?” She had asked, wondering if she should worry about approximations.

“Well, the air you breathe on board here is much superior to Earth’s atmosphere.” Frank had responded and she swore he sounded haughty.

“The air that I have manufactured is free of pollutants and allergens so yes, it approximates Earth’s atmosphere, but better than Earth itself.” That time she was sure he had sounded smug and self satisfied. This argued against him being a programmed machine, at least she thought it did. Could the ship itself be sentient? She had no idea. She had never been on board a spacecraft before, after all. What did she know about the mentality of UFOs?

The Vessel

The Vessel Part 2

The Vessel: Food Edition

The Vessel: Return to Earth