Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Another Book on the Shelf

I'm new to letting the world understand me.  Knowing who I am, my real self, is a privilege.  Many aren't given the chance. I'd rather be a scattered puzzle, than another pretty face. Porcelain always seemed too fragile. Solid and heavy, from my words to my eyes, made an impression nobody forgets. I'd rather pierce... Continue Reading →

We’re Saving for that Sunny Day

Plans are in the making. The shadows still come. Getting older always gets old. A sunny day with light clouds. A day with poring rain. Sometimes their just water drops. Other times it's just one of those days. To wear a suit of armor whatever the weather only to improve the humanness not covered by... Continue Reading →

Am I replanting the wrong seed? 

I'm wallowing in the ashes of a person I once knew.  She was smiley and cheery,  dedicated to her muse. I've cried, trying to cause a rebirth of her existence. To find something familiar, unstoppable, like a weed. I'm scared to cross over to the new, flourishing grass. To realize that this ashen state only... Continue Reading →

Shh…

Don't let the moment pass... Let your heart beat.  Let your lungs fill with air and taste every spec of dirt you have lifted.  Dance in the rain.  Let the drop fill the soil and build a forest full of strong trees. Color the dark with shapes.  Battle your monsters, let shadows dance their dance,... Continue Reading →

What do you see? 

When you look at me you do not see my heritage. Not until you read my last name. I exist in that in-between where nothing specifically identifies me, racially. I'm a mixed breed.  I represent both, in each of their worlds.  I'm a woman. I have epilepsy. I'm a writer. I have anxiety. I'm half... Continue Reading →

This is All you

A silent song. Lyrics accompanied by a sweet melody. Pieces of art, beautiful, both separate and together A family this must be.  Sweet rain drops on the window pane. Wet streaks running down a slender cheek. Pain, anger thoughts. A fear this must be.  A smile. Wrinkled lines caress the eyes, forehead, and lips. Laughter... Continue Reading →

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