Author Archives: Susan McElhaney

This was Christmas two years ago. Dad was feeling good during that time. He was so proud of cooking this cobbler with his cast iron. This how I see him – smiling, that twinkle in his eyes and a hint of ornery to his spirit. Recently, Mom let us go through Dad’s things. I wantedContinue reading “Just One More”

The days hit hard and heavy, and the memories come on strong. God took you before I was ready, as if I could ever prepare for you being gone. Under your protection, I could always tell the truth. And you had this laugh of understanding, letting me know you knew what I was going through.Continue reading “Dad”

Unable to sleep, I’m thinking and reflecting on my week. It was only last weekend that you left, and I am stuck in this place of reality and telling myself you are just gone somewhere for a bit. I’ve picked up my phone a few times to give you a call. Putting it back downContinue reading “Check-in with Dad”

Storms are rising Waterless clouds brew and Churn an everlasting turmoil That will haunt everything we do. Too many demons we carry Ego and pride working together To divide and conquer anything that is good.

This song I sing will mean many things. So if you find a way to feel, I’ll give to you my words, for you to hide or steal – just increments of me passed on and passed away ‘til that moment you might see all I gave was all I had today. Both lost toContinue reading

I’ve dealt with negativity all week. It makes my head hurt. I cut a friend loose and finally accepted the betrayal of the only person who could hurt me. It makes my stomach turn. It makes me mad at myself. It makes my arches ache. So I’ve decide to become addicted. The way I haveContinue reading “Numb”

I just want out! Let me out. I can’t take the talk, the mindless conversation, the getting ignored. So just let me go. Let me let go of the hope that I belong, and that I’m someone who matters among the crowd.

I keep thinking you are going to be the person I thought you were. But you aren’t.

Priorities get slanted as I sit on the sidelines while you search for something more. (Somehow I’ve lost myself). And I watch you grow more restless as you look everywhere but here. (I never thought this would be us). Memories get lost at the sight of something new, and when time runs out, there’s justContinue reading “When Time Runs Out”