Tag: Humor

2018: SAVOR the Moment

2018: SAVOR the Moment

Happy 2018!!

Thank you to all my faithful readers who still follow this blog 🙂

What a roller coaster of a year 2017 was. I’m looking forward to things slowing down a bit so that I can savor the moment!

I’m also studying a lot and my writing is on an upward growth curve. I’m back so don’t think that I’ve abandoned this blog that I started back in the summer of 2011. My oh my, how time flies when we’re having fun!

Eva Santiago COPYRIGHT 2018

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STRANGE CREATURES

STRANGE CREATURES

We are such strange creatures!

We have to leave, to miss, and to be missed

We need space,to feel closer to our loved ones

We have to give, to receive

We have to die, to live

We have to have known loss, so we can appreciate

We have to have known darkness,so we can shine brightly through our being

We have to have been lost, to  know the warm feeling of being loved and accepted

We have to be orphaned, in order to be adopted

We have to have tasted great hatred, so we can become great lovers

We have to have been buried, so we can sprout back up to life

We have to have been cut deeply and wide open, for blood to gush out, ushering in true healing

We have to have been cut, in order to be sutured

We have to have seen chaos, to appreciate harmony

We have to have heard cacophony, so we can  hear beautiful sounds….

EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015

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NEGLECT: LOVE’S SILENT KILLER

NEGLECT: LOVE’S SILENT KILLER
Love does not die over night my friend
It decays little by little
Like a terminal disease
Love was fine one day
Or so you thought
But you ignored the warning signs
She pleaded
You ignored
She wept bitterly
You shushed her angrily
She asked you for water
You left the fertile soil grow bone dry
She chased you
You out ran her- never letting her catch up to your mad pace
She was wide awake
You knocked her unconscious
She was vibrant
You dimmed her light
She was your world
You told her to get out of it
She trusted
You trampled her under your muddy boot
She laughed at all your jokes
And now she laughs at you
You’re the cruelest joke.
Love does not die over night my friend
It dies quietly, little by little
Until the day you uproot it
And every root is crisp, dry and dead
Neglect is the worst form of abuse
It kills love silently…like a life threatening disease

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012