WRITING IS WHERE I FIND MEANING
Because I’m too afraid to start over,
I hide behind the words,
” If I could do life again.”
People who love us sometimes understand us before we understand ourselves
I often wondered what it is I liked if someone stayed long enough to notice and wanted to surprise me with a gift what would they choose what would they think belongs in my world what would they get I think people know me in pieces She laughs “most times she laughs” She’s quiet “most…
Understanding is the birth of love
I told my wish into the dark teach me how to listen to hear the voice that is truth the voice that speaks between the spaces of my words Teach me grace not to beg for love’s return but to be granted the grace to give it Teach me how to walk barefoot through my…
My child… I love her so deeply that she will not exist.
The warrior who knows her weakness walks barefoot through fire just to prove she’s still alive Not to be born would have been mercy The kindest mercy But I was chosen Condemned To pain To dream against my will This flesh A cage Of borrowed time This mind A mirror painfully aware of its end…
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