The snow creates a thin layer on the ground, that something I'm missing is something I've found. The bits and pieces of the past have got me thinking nothing good can last. Still, when I'm with you it feels like fate, as if we've known each other somewhere, somehow, someday and I know that if … Continue reading Missing You

Some say heaven is different for each of us. Some say heaven is within, to some it is only part of a cycle of rebirth. Someone I loved thought we become stars when we die, that we become a part of the cosmos, not necessarily sentient. Sometimes I think heaven is love and lessons learned … Continue reading Heaven: Cassandra Kulay

We are all shackled to the wheel of fortunate turning. We are all shackled to the material things. We are all prone to losing. We are shackled to the immaterial, to chance on destiny. We are all shackled to questioning, Nothing can be sure, in times of stillness, In times of change, we create and … Continue reading Shackled: Cassandra Kulay

Somewhere soon is summer soon. I wish I was at the beach playing in the waves or walking barefoot. Sand between my toes, who knows I might find forgiveness in the water, a baptism of cold, after which I fold my towel and go into town, like any other season, summer has a sinister side, … Continue reading Summer Soon By Cassandra Kulay

The sun melts mud and snow, spring peeks from behind a curtain of cold, a refreshing wind blows, awakening my senses. Soon flowers will bloom, the air will go from crisp to mild, my anticipation brings out my inner child.  I can't wait to see green leaves adorning the trees and to shed my parka, … Continue reading Spring By Cassandra Kulay

The cold lonely sea swallows me whole there is nothing to console me, a tsunami of fear comes rolling towards me, my emotions a swamp, teeming with cold blooded life. I can dissect the facts of how I ended up here, mired in depression and desolation, no answer will rescue or redeem me, tangled in … Continue reading Drowning: By Cassandra Kulay