Unlock it, Poet {our stories are where the revolution begins}
Look at you, beauty Sitting so quietly I see you there The way the light hits your face The way the wind filters through your hair How the curve of your neck is the definition of grace How your story lingers just beneath the surface. I know you have things to say....
The Truth Of A Woman Like Me
“So yes I know how angry, or naive, or self-destructive, or messed up, or even deluded I sound weaving my way through these life stories at times. But beautiful things. Graceful things. Hopeful things can sometimes appear in dark places. Besides, I’m trying to...
broken || open {a love letter for the broken-hearted}
Make no mistake, love; this has been the losing time. The time of grasping tight and trying hard and still, in the end, being forced to let go. Of fingers locked tight and pried stiff from that which you’d hoped to hold for so very long. It’s been the falling down...