The Tale of The Three Sisters

…who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight.

Though the sisters shared a name, they did not share a heart.

The eldest sister had a dark heart. 

She relished in cruelty and pain, in the power it gave her.

The second sister had a rebellious heart. 

She believed in love, hoping it would grant her the freedom she was desperate for.

The third and youngest sister had a wise heart.

She was strong, but reserved, and knew when to be silent.

There were once three sisters who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight.

To be continued…

We make noise in our first days. We trip over our tongues like shoelaces. Our first tongue doesn’t begin when we learn to call that blurry face coming into focus Momma or Daddy. Our first tongue begins when we reach out to be picked up because our feet are tired.
Our first tongue begins the first time we see Momma smile and Daddy cry.
We feel it with every heart beat while we wait in anticipation the first time we say “I love you” after we find those things that damned us can be cured by love and we climb through the windows to be immersed in the Soul.
It’s speeding past a cop on a lonely road. It’s what drives our thoughts when a candle is blown out and we don’t know where people go. We just want them in a better place. We accept things are out of our control and we let people go.

Hope is the crop.
Love is the harvest rain.

Love is weather.

Hope is hope.




i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.