My Words
The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds…
The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds…
Nowadays, I see the importance of talking about mental health. Before I understood what I had, I never spoke to anyone because I was afraid they wouldn’t understand…
Continue ReadingI’ll let you in on a secret: these days, when I see colleagues and friends being successful with their written pieces, an immense wave of jealousy crashes over me…
Continue Readingi am in pieces
a tornado, blown open, a belt wrapped like a noose, tight around old scars…
Whenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…
Continue ReadingLover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…
My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…
If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…
Somewhere beneath the depths of who I am now
Is who I once used to be…