The worse it gets, I fail to hide.

To an open ear, I confide.

It hurts when you look at me.

When you tell me I have potential,

When you tell me I’m worth it.

Something inside me dies.

Maybe I believe you?

Is this okay?

Can you chase the monsters away?

-Amber Hoholek



My favorite season is almost here.

The season of sweaters and pumpkin patches,

Apple picking, too.

Crisp fresh  cider,

warm pumpkin pies,

hayrides on a sunny brisk afternoon.

The leaves on the trees turn beautiful colors of gold and red with some orange mixed in too.

Let’s not forget halloween,

when the goblins and ghouls come out to play

‘Trick or treat’ will be their phrase.