Lacks Functionality

my home is soulless,

as a reflection,

am i? — too burned 

to even see

the light

in a home where the sun

sets early

and first.

alone is harm

and protection.

big gray glaciers, 

 taupe lifeboats, 

the lowest class of decadence. 

home is vines threatening revenge, 

directed by mother nature

without hubris of man. 

rivers don’t plan their paths.

I go again, to another room of glacial gray — 

this time to absorb the pain of others,

offering rebuttal with a rosey cheek,

oft bitten lips.

i’m alone again

i’m alone again

i’m alone again 

https://www.gofundme.com/f/amywert?utm_campaign=p_cp_url&utm_medium=os&utm_source=customer

I have no idea if anyone still follows me here. But my best friend had a terrible accident and may never walk again. If anyone by chance sees this, and feels compelled to donate, I’d be over the moon.

I don’t think a single person I know in real life still knows of this page/platform/whatever. 

So. it’s 2021. I think the last time i wrote words on here it was pre-2015. I can’t be sure.

I’m engaged to be married. My parents are divorced. I have a soon-to-be-nephew (by marriage) and niece (by blood). My brother is married. I’ve been to Ireland/my grandpa’s home several times now. I regret to inform younger me that I never got to live there. 

I am a psychotherapist now. 19 year old me would be proud. I still sing. I still play ukulele. I’ve mostly transitioned to piano now, though. I write less. I sing more. I have a beautiful black cat. 

Maybe I’ll return here with more than basic updates. If I don’t…hello. Goodbye. Goodnow. Goodtomorrow.