Even when we feel alone, we are surrounded.
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
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
The strong one, pushes through. The strong one, forgets to cry. The strong one, keeps on going. The strong one, holds your hand. The strong one, builds you up. The strong one, finds their smile. Until...