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The few bushes and the single green tree, That right there is purely me. Scrambling to stay warm, Though the cold and heavy trigger the alarms. Knocking at my sanity and denying all the truth, Destroying what’s reality completely aloof. … Continue reading
I’m on the balcony. I’m assuming you call it the balcony. It is oval shaped and I can look over cautiously to see the frozen deck on the lower level. I don’t really have a name for it as I’ve … Continue reading
Look at you playing this part, To the outside ignorant you’re so grand- The talent to play Jeckle and Hyde , You display the hero of the land. The reputation you portray, Outside these walls is sickening- As if only … Continue reading
This time This year The power isn’t as strong It’s not overwhelming It’s hiding in panic Reluctant to burst forth And share the joy – For in that joy Some may see weakness And in that deformed vision Believe they … Continue reading
I love that Jesus will tell people you can’t throw that stone unless you’ve never sinned yourself. Because we are all sinners. We all mess up, we all need Jesus, and we all need God’s Grace. I think people get … Continue reading
My jaw hurts from clenching it shut Because I know I carry the foreboding weight Of the avalanche if I open my mouth
I love this. I need it on my wall. I’m so over people judging and telling me how I’m supposed to be doing everything when they don’t live in my house, don’t have my job, aren’t raising my kids, and … Continue reading
The sun bounces off her back As she calls out Vocally sharing her heart- Her needs Her wants- And when the rains come The storms and winds Her feathers are waterproof– Her protector Her safety Her shelter- She’s always armored … Continue reading
Can you see The humiliation? Is it apparent The embarrassment? Does the shame Glow in a full blush? Am I able To hide the sadness in my eyes? Is the armor I attempt to carry Enough to keep me hidden?