Tyson Street

I drive past the house I grew up in. Everything is different. I look for some kind of familiarity, but there isn't any. The screen door is now black. The trim isn't green anymore. The bench my dad made is missing. The vines that once covered the wall transporting our young eyes to the jungle,... Continue Reading →

Six.Nine.Twelve.

Her heart is racing,her knees barely hold her up,and she takes shallow breaths.This moment use to feel so simplewhen she created it in her head.Her family sits in chairs.Her grandparents stand on either side.Her music begins to play.Her feet begin to moveone foot in front of the other.She can't believe she can walk.She feels like... Continue Reading →

A Destination Within a Destination 

I have many homes. Each one is beautiful  in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →

Silence the Thunder with Rain

"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom.  To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →

My Anxiety Personified

He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles,  and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →

At the End

At the end of a rainbow, watching the clouds roll away and the slight rise of wet dirt drift into my nostrils. I can breathe and understand the importance of the storm. I smile, because God has blessed me with the ability to start over in a new light, with a new perspective, a new... Continue Reading →

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