The debut of the Toni Love Project at The Collective!
I Surrender – Original Poetry by Toni Love
just as my weary eyelids begin to close they reflect scenes of you and I struggling through our first fight
The Balancing Act: You can have it all, just not all at once.
I remember the day I started writing again. I was a full-time stay at home mom and business owner, six years into my marriage, lobbying with my son's school to get his IQ tested and nursing an infant. I wasn't getting much sleep at night and had to find time to juggle clients, housework and bills, babies and PTA meetings during the day. Needless to say my house never looked like spotless ones in the Parenting magazines!
Original Poetry 1/13/15
Undercover Lover If you were not there When empty souls glanced at me from a distance False eyes pierced at my heart And rainbows failed to caress me Then tell me my tainted love Why are you here now 1/13/15 Toni Love Thanks for visiting! Love, Toni
Life (for Elizabeth) Original Poem 11/23/14
Your breath became my own and you exhaled life's elixir into my lungs as I was yet being formed
Happy Four Year Anniversary of my blog! :)
I started this blog so that I could have a place to recover my passion for writing. I am so grateful for all of my subscribers and those who continue to comment and encourage me to write because it has been a safe haven for my emotions and a place to share my journey. I hope that my honesty will help others to reinvent, recover and/or recreate themselves.
Memories of a War Veteran..I have not forgotten
My Uncle was a Vietnam War Veteran. He was fortunate to be one of the ones to come home alive, but the person who left never really came home. He was sad, he was depressed, he struggled with the choices he was forced to make at war and never really felt comfortable in his skin when he came home. He was a walking casualty of war.
It’s all Temporary (Memoirs in a Cast)
A good friend told me just a few days before my fracture, "even Superwoman has to put her cape in the dry cleaners for a few days" but Superwoman didn't listen. I found out the hard way that when Superwoman is too stubborn to slow down, God sometimes does it for her.
Happy No Fear , original poetry
I am worthy of a life free of fear And I deserve to have someone I trust to pull me near Whisper "I love you" sensual and sincerely in my ear And not cringe from disbelief
