If I have the energy to heal,

then do I have the energy to expend?

To let myself try to love again?

Is it wise to take the little bit I have

And turn it to another and not myself?

Shouldn't I have learned by now?

Why am I not more reserved?

This energy isn't truly in abundance,

and would it not be selfish to think the small amount I have to give is enough for someone else?

It is barely enough for me.

This heart is so foolish,

and I have yet to learn how to tame her rash desires;

I wish she knew to quiet down.

#rambles #venting #energy

It's so easy when I self-explain;

it means that everything is okay,

and I can convince myself of something,

even when it's not true.

It's what I did for you.

#rambles #gaslighting

What if you were to see my tears of joy, instead of sadness?

What if I were to bask in the warm waves and let them consume me?

What would the world be like if I could branch out my wings and fly like this more often?

Would you even recognize me?

Would you understand all that I missed during my times of sorrow?

Would you notice when I am reborn into happiness, and will you remember it too?

God, I hope so.

This feeling is transformative,

to be alive like this,

and it is so comforting to be

held in the universe's embrace.

Perhaps you'll get a taste of who I've always been.

#happiness #rambles #rebirth

Hello to everyone I specifically tagged and all of the prose. I got a job as a content writer for a small newspaper company in my hometown. I felt too weird sharing this right away because I have a lot of doubts about my work, but right now, I feel like I need honest feedback on the pieces.

I still feel weird posting a link to it like I’m trying to sell something because, on one hand, the articles need the views and clicks. So, I’ve thought also about posting the articles here directly. So, What do you guys think? Should I post the articles or do you feel okay about going to the website through the link?

Thank you for your thoughts! I’d greatly appreciate any feedback or comments!

What if

You let me in

Let me rush right through the door

Into your world of shadows

Would my divine light shine too bright

Would it hurt your twilight eyes

What if

Your heart softens

The honey from my kiss

Pours straight down your throat

Coating your bitterness in a sweet liquid

Would it be too much

Would you choke

What if

You gripped my heart and shook my

Monotone world to the core

Giving me the adventure I crave

And the peace you are desperate for

Your eyes reflecting the stars in mine

What if

You realized

That I asked for this

That I have been standing

Devotedly outside your door for a lifetime

Knuckles bleeding crimson from the bleeding

What if

You gave in

You stopped punishing yourself

Your warrior heart lit aflame

You knocked the door to the ground

And took me in your arms

What if

You accepted this love

I cant wait to sleep and only dream of you.

Tall, loving, caring you.

My lover, my friend, my happy you.

Holding me and me holding you.

Being one with you.

Laughing at my jokes and telling me, "Stop you."

Kissing only me, you.

Doing only what can be done by you.

You and I and I with beautiful you.

I wake up, because it's morning, and I miss you.

I see no other during the day, in this world, so I imagine you.

My first entry on "the Prose" was in 2014. I dabbled a bit, but life and the pursuit of learning the inner workings of novel writing, establishing social platforms, and getting to know where writers hung out were my first priorities. Once a proser, always a proser, "theProse" never let's its "people" wander too far. 

I describe myself as a Renaissance writer. Fiction is a new territory for me to conquer. 

I host a critique group (soon to be celebrating our third year anniversary). We do serious work with gentle coaching. Three of our authors have published since we began. 

When I'm not writing, reading, and thinking about writing. I love to cook and delight in the bounty from a large garden designed and cared for by my husband and I. 

My children are grown, building their lives, seeking their passions. My family and friends want to know when I'm going to retire. Well, I don't think that is going to happen any time soon because there are so many ideas bursting to get on the page and so little time in each day to get it all down.

WRITE ON companions in this demanding love affair called writing. 

You can find more about me at  http://www.patwcoffey.com

Being alone

Isn't that what we all fear, deep down

that though we may live 80, 90 years

we may never find someone?

Or, would we settle too soon,

only to end up confined to an unhappy relationship

with someone we don't love, and probably never did?

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

A soul-mate, or whatever

And that I probably never will deserve one

But I find comfort in the fact that

at least I'm not trapped.