Fits and Giggles

Graciously giving and forever welcome Strength made from within, and felt throughout Crystal sparkles caught by the sunlight shining in an effortless rainbow glow Scents of cinnamon and safety with an embracement of warmth Feelings of captured memories, and marked ceilings with height Walls of mugs, placed by frames of familiar smiling faces Floors used for sitting and sharing newspaper holiday special ads Couches crammed, pillows placed, laughter shared Cans of Pepsi, bins of pizzelles, blueberry bagels Large open window opening up to a yard with a slanted hill Grasses filled with colored eggs and footprints of those who played Uniformed Goose perched, welcoming you in Rusted key placed upon the breezeway door Stairway paved with newspaper wallpaper, connected to a creaky rail Mattress of where she rests, next to bedrooms once shared White shingles, black shutters, small tree rooted Where she reads,where the light glows in, where we all go. My Grandma's House.

Once in a while I have this sudden urge to just write, write it out, with no real reason behind what I am trying to convey or say. Sometimes there really isn't a real message or a want to try and persuade anyone to read what I am writing or conveniently saying it in my own way of saying it.  I do think any post can be relatable to anyone in the way that they perceive the words on the page, and begin to hear themselves as the author vs reading someone else's thoughts. I think its because we are all living our lives behind the curtain, doing our damn best, but shying away at sharing, and allowing others to see who we truly are. This meaning our struggle stories, that for many, are never shared based off of the fear of judgment, and shame.  Do we truly ever know anyone? Are we ever truly honest with another human being about who we actually are, or is it just this façade of letting others see what they want to see. I read somewhere that there are multiple vers...