Something Pure

I am tired and I just want something pure, something beautiful to burst from the filth of this sickness, this tragedy that is devouring my mind again. And all at once I feel nothing but the shriek of my soul being ripped from its bones. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Another Season

The shadows are making their way to my door again, and my stoop has been painted in grey, but I know that soon the grey will give way to the blackness and I will spend another season crushing bricks and sprinkling salt in every corner of my fragile mind. © Nicole Lyons 2017

A Family Plan for Depression

The first time I posted this was in 2014 but I have no idea where it is, so here we go again, because it's that time of year and I know what could happen. My fingers are crossed that it won't, but this ain't my first rodeo, better safe than sorry.   Being a Mom is … Continue reading A Family Plan for Depression

The Long Sleep

  After Summer’s lazy sun-kissed days have become shorter and her balmy nights cooler, Autumn slowly begins to rise. Subtly she peers out from her deepest slumber; a gentle sigh escaping her mahogany lips causes the winds to blow and turn brisk. It is time. With a stunning grace, Autumn awakens, swaying with passion and … Continue reading The Long Sleep