Browse by:

Patchwork Girl

With each new break A crack was created Stitching myself back together Determination the needle Addiction, therapy, hope was the thread   I look at myself in the mirror I see sadness etched into lines marring the grooves and planes of my face Two deeply blue eyes gaze back Deep in color and in soul…

Underwater

Floating or is it drowning? Air bubbles of hopes and dreams rise above me Seemingly unattainable the further down I go Do you know how it feels? Shackled feet, weighted wrists A prisoner of my own emotions Heavy, I feel heavy. All the time. Brushing my own hair seems like a victory Victory in the…