Monthly Archive: December, 2015

Not Yet

Not Yet by Minna Von Walden She found herself sitting in a crowded gymnasium. It was full of children, parents, aunts and uncles, and so many other people. Sometimes she really enjoyed these… Continue reading

Hold Onto the Pain

Hold Onto the Pain by Minna Von Walden When my heart is broken, or even just a little bruised, I try to hold onto that moment, or moments. What it feels like, how… Continue reading


weak. She’s exhausted, she needs arms to catch her. Her body is weak, she needs arms to carry her. Her heart is heavy, she needs compassion to cure her. Love, his love. photo… Continue reading

Find the Dark Corner

Find the Dark Corner by Minna Von Walden Alone, alone in a room full of people. I don’t want to be here. Not here, not anywhere with so many faces, so many minds,… Continue reading

Less Beautiful

Less Beautiful by Minna Von Walden Somehow the world doesn’t seem as beautiful as it once did. The sun not as bright The flowers not as colorful Smiles not as brilliant As they… Continue reading

You Are Different

  You Are Different by Minna Von Walden She stands at the sink in the restroom, washing her hands. She glances up into the mirror. At that moment, She almost does not recognize… Continue reading

This Life is Not Mine

This Life is Not Mine by Minna Von Walden Why, Why must I be here? Why was I placed in this life, this body, this life? Will I ever have happiness? A complete… Continue reading

The Girl and the Fish

The girl and the fish In a room full of people, she feels watched, surrounded like the entertainment. Small like a fish gazed at through thick glass. She becomes jealous of the fish.… Continue reading

Lethal Flaws and the Almost Impossible

Lethal Flaws and the Almost Impossible by Minna Von Walden I wonder sometimes why it is so difficult to find happiness. Why do I always find lethal flaws in a relationship. Why do… Continue reading

What is?

What is? by Minna Von Walden What is spring without color Without flowers to bloom or sunshine to soak up No beautiful colorful blossoms Or the sweet smell of rose buds To tell… Continue reading