Running Partner



Rain on our lips

down the path we run.

Through puddles

not around.


Mud and moss

wind whipped hair

years of words

between breaths of air.


Over roots, between trees

creek waters roll by, unraveling

questions quenched by the miles.


Thoughts uttered within the flow

of movement, vulnerability

not possible in stillness.


Ali Grimshaw – revision of a poem first shared in 2016




Thinking in reverse

months tip, like dominos

to revisit that summer day.

Longing for this cleansing pool,

offering of chilled calmness

encircled by stone, here I joined

the river of slow movement,

pulling at my rapid pulse.

Plucking the notes ever slower.

Heartbeat dissolving

until I was

just being


© Ali Grimshaw


Emotional Gravity



Awakened to the heaviness. A push

to breathe through a cage too small.

Despair sits on her chest, hands over her mouth.

Alone on this journey, he is no companion

just a magnetic pull toward the mattress

that she wishes never to leave.

He knows what others do not.

That she can’t put it down.

An unseeable stone she carries alone.

How much easier to be pulled under

than to keep afloat.

A desire for lightness like dust

in a ray of light.


If she only knew

invisible hands surround.

Waiting. Just waiting.

For her to say the word.


© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

National Suicide Prevention Week  September 10 – 16, 2017

Reach out. Listen. You could save a life.










I remain


on the shoreline

tethered, weathered

yet still afloat.

My life preserver

ready to be thrown

your way.


for your signal.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

National Suicide Prevention Week  September 10 – 16, 2017

Reach out. You could save a life.

Photo Challenge – Waiting  Photo taken in Varenna Italy, 2016.