The butterfly is a symbol of transformation. Overused perhaps, but apt. Wrapping itself in a protective cocoon, the caterpillar, swaddled like an infant, slowly growing and evolving its painted wings, as we grow into full sized human beings. A swarm of butterflies migrating, is beautiful to see, and the metaphor can set us free. Even … Continue reading The Butterfly: Cassandra Kulay

A crush can be embarrassing, if the feeling is unreturned.Eventually we get passed it and file it under lessons learned.To save your affection for the one who loves you;to not be crushed by your crush.And, to change your point of view;to let your feelings evaporate, like morning dew.It may be that dreams are empty and … Continue reading Crush: Cassandra Kulay

I’ve been on a losing streak, waiting for my troubles to recede,  nothing I do turns out right, I struggle to perceive it, but I can’t see the light. I’ve been dealt a bad hand, and, playing the game, has lost its luster, I feel so alone, even in the company of others. Everything is overwhelming, an assault on the senses, I … Continue reading Losing Streak: Cassandra Kulay

The criminal is seductive,we all want to break the rules sometimes.They can seem so unfair.When we feel destructive,the anti-hero is there.The villain can protest what seems right and good.Can appeal to our angel and those who feel misunderstood.Society can expose us to all kinds of red tape.Bureaucracy can be so frustrating to those who most … Continue reading Criminal: Cassandra Kulay

The first snow turned to rain,I wonder when I’ll be happy again.The grey days remind me of loss.Death takes its toll,and I pay the cost.I remember those who have moved on,and the lonely grieving when they were gone.Depression haunts the corners of my mind.I look for signs that they are alright.I know death is a … Continue reading Demise: Cassandra Kulay

Sometimes you lose all sense of what is real and what has been imagined. Sometimes you can’t take care of yourself, no matter whether or not people wish you well. Sometimes you can’t stop crying for no reason and that is when all happiness seems to come from rose coloured glasses and you feel that you’ve lost yours for good. The world is moving … Continue reading Downward Spiral: Cassandra Kulay

Breaking the surface, a shattered mirror, looking for yourself but the shards are too difficult to match, your soul scattered  over the universe, is this just one fragment of existence, one of many parallel worlds? Silence gives you time to hear the  music of the spheres, harmonizing your point of view with  that continuous tune, building a rapport with insight, … Continue reading Soul: Cassandra Kulay

The wind whips, through the still bare trees,and, I’m haunted, by a feeling of vague unease,not still winter, but, not yet spring,dark thoughts plague me, and, uncomfortable memories.Here, stands the facts of my life,unadorned, I am sad, I’m angry, I’m even bored;with comparing what was for what it has the potential to be.I guess, that’s … Continue reading Ennui: Cassandra Kulay