A Mother’s Daughter – December 9, 2019

Her hair flowed wildly Untamed The scent of Tall grasses blowing Frantically framing her thin face Ever so pale With a touch of color Creating a delicate surface Painting her emotions Much like her hair She felt the world In each cell That built her being

Talking to you…Vulnerable 5/9/19

The strength it takes to be, is immense. I thought I was strong before, I let myself be. Now, most days, I know I am because I let myself be. It’s a double edged sword, ironic, dare I say, hypocritic. I hate it, and love it. It makes me feel weak, but in the end … Continue reading Talking to you…Vulnerable 5/9/19