I require no rose glasses when thorns remind me I’m real.Read More Gold Cracks
Break me down.Split me open.Destroy me.You already express your disdain in word and deed.The glass ceiling is reinforced with actions that transparently demonstrate your hatred for all I am.Do not whisper your lies to me,Dear Man,I have peeled off your mask.What dwells in me is a fighter,While in you shivers a fear.Hold me back, bring forth […]Read More I Dare You
You were my compass,
the north to my south.
I am a force of nature.
I burn the landscape on which I stand.
I am the wind that rattles your windows, the branches that scratch at the glass.
Within her reside a thousand demons, each fighting for voice
You are weak, you are nothing
Daily their whispered claws dig deeper, each gouge a hole she can never refill.
Words are empty vessels when actions play like the best concert, echoing as glorious memories over and over.Read More Loving wild abandon
I like the sound the bed makes as I shift at 2am. It reminds that me I am not alone.Read More The sound the bed makes
They said I could fight monsters, but how when they’re in my head? I wanted to be a warrior, not a worrier, A mother of adventures,not a martyr building my own cross on which to hang myself daily with a list of all of my transgressions. Wild spirits call to wildness, or so they say. […]Read More The Heart of a Worrier