Number One 

Number One

This is it..my very first blog post. I suppose I should introduce myself on the off chance that anyone besides myself actually reads this. Here's the vital stats:

I'm 33. To put bread on the table, I practice law. (Don't you love that term? It's like lawyers never get good enough not to need "practice.") I have three kids who are the light of my life (most of the time) and a husband who on occasion gets that title. My eldest daughter (7)has a condition called CVS and my middle daughter (5) has Type 1 diabetes. I'm sure I'll be writing quite a lot about both diseases.

I'm a book junkie, an adoption junkie and a net junkie. The three intersect at times. I also write for my own personal pleasure and plan to share some of my poems here.

Finally, I have a diagnosed condition called Generalized Anxiety Disorder. It has been well controlled since 2001 but the hell that I managed to climb out of that year remains vivid in my mind. More on this later, although the poem below was written during the time I was gripped by GAD.
No need to email me to tell me I suck; I'm well aware of my limitations.

WINTER STORM

A winter's silence lies across the land
Black trees, now leafless,
Stretch upward and almost touch
The snow-filled sky.

It comes.

The silence is broken by the scream of the winds
Howling, tearing, destroying winds...
Covering the earth below
With frozen death.

The winds buffet and shake the shelter
Where I am huddled
Seeking safety
Seeking peace from the violence outside.

But I am not safe...
No.

The violence of the winds
Is echoed in my heart
Which screams with a red fury.

I am anguished
Alone
Lost
Bereft....

Silence.
The storm has past
The land is locked in a frigid death
My heart is numb
Frozen.

We wait for the sun-kissed spring
To restore life
To restore hope.


Welcome to my story...thanks for stopping by.