by terrisearstherapy | Nov 24, 2025 | Poems
Thinking of you today
Remembering the long days past
Talking to you over the phone.
You received my words with curiosity and acceptance.
When I moved away for college at 17
And called you with homesickness and loneliness
It was only your voice that could comfort me.
Moving from Idaho to Montana and then to
Wisconsin and finally California
our phone calls continued.
Updates, worries, stresses and hopes
Connecting again and again as
You created a safe spot for me to land.
You asked me, “Will you ever move back to South Dakota
And be near me?”
I said simply, “No. My life
Is in California now”.
I felt it then but surely feel now
The sharp sting of living so far apart and missing you.
Somehow this may have felt like a betrayal to you or rejection.
I clearly see at this moment that each time I left
It created a hole in my heart
And yours too.
And yet we continued to talk on the phone
Each with our hearts torn and stretched but
Undeniably connected and
Tethered together with love and longing.
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by terrisearstherapy | Nov 20, 2025 | Poems
My children and their safety
And choices.
It’s said having them is like
Choosing to wear your heart on your sleeve.
For me it’s more like pulling out my heart
Knowing it doesn’t function like it did
Before having them and now it’s battered and stretched
And often heavy. It’s still beating, but not so sure of itself.
I envy those parents who seem at ease and just
“excited” for their children’s future.
What secret do they have? How have they
Found this sense of peace?
I know it’s about letting go of control.
But my heart knows about tragedy and loss
And heartbreak. They too will experience these things.
Yet I still choose to live,
experience joy, engage in relationships and
give Life my best effort.
Can I at least hope this for my children as well?
Yet, this big love for them
Brings out so much fear and foreboding
Questions of What if…
To be replaced with the knowing that
everything we dearly hold changes
And grows and develops into its next self,
And then that next self and so on?
I do want to give them that.
This I do know: We can’t deprive our children from
Living, feeling fear and longing and stumbling.
It is our job to help grow them and then let go,
Over and over and over again.
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by terrisearstherapy | Nov 18, 2025 | Poems
You are destined for greatness
So said the fortune.
I chuckle…aren’t we all destined for greatness?
With each new spark of life
The essence of a brand-new being
Forces us to say “You are worthy”
Who dares to say you are not?
Minutes, days, months and years
Lead to brokenness and a loss of faith
Cruelty, judgment, abuse, discrimination, greed
Culminate into a broken soul
Is this how you forgot your worth?
Close your eyes now
And sift back into your infancy
Weren’t you held at some point or bathed?
Even just this done for you is enough
Remember how you came into this world
And know that this complete Grace and Love
Never leaves you
Even if you forgot
They will be waiting for you to find them again.
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by terrisearstherapy | Nov 15, 2025 | Poems
It’s the joy of being together sharing experiences and time passing
Let’s do this adventure today and embrace what it brings
I’m so grateful to be here today
Even with the darkest days visiting
We know days linger and yet they pass quickly
Who do you let in your home?
Love, sadness and curiosity?
And don’t forget sorrow
These feelings and more will reach out to you
And challenge and enrich your life
Are you ready?
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by terrisearstherapy | Nov 8, 2025 | Poems
I am beholden to the Black Hills of South Dakota,
The land of my upbringing.
I remember winter there, with the blowing snow blizzards
And the feathery snowflakes gently floating along the hillsides.
We would take innertubes, metal or wooden sleds or whatever we could find to
Challenge our very bodies and minds to speed down the
Snow packed hills. Your soul is truly free once you’ve tried this!
And the summers in the Hills were no less memorable. We’d bask in the
Hot summer sun, down by Rapid Creek and dip our toes into the cool water before
We’d float down the river. These experiences and so many more are some
Of the precious gifts the Black Hills has given me.
Home to the Lakota Sioux and forever sacred ground;
The Lakota certainly knew as I try to grasp now,
That the Black Hills don’t shift according to your schedule.
They don’t shake and tremble with your fears
Or your grief or your sorrow.
They remain as majestic and luminous as they have ever been.
They hold space for you to come back to them
To honor them to appreciate their beauty and comfort.
As my mind turns over now all the glorious times
I’ve spent in their Presence,
I only hope that maybe someday I can embody the grace
And redemption that they have to offer.
May I find my way back into their fold to be held and reminded
That I am at home or at least I am a welcome visitor.
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