To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
Harsh, that's what my mother's generation called verbal abuse. Harshness. Harsh meant you could be spoken to however the adult wished.
She mimicked normal,
Smiling, wine glass
Lifted pinkie; copied class,
And she remembered back,
Carefree before this jump.
The first time I wore a two piece bathing suit I was fourteen years old. I recall the nakedness my stomach felt as it met sun and warmth. My skin tingled. I was shy. Yet, the more I fed my body with the light of the sun's reflection, the more I embraced its glow. I … Continue reading If We Have Rules Are We Free?
I am rising. So the people in my circle must be warriors. To be close to me one must contain and maintain the passion to fight for me just as I adhere myself close to you. I will go to battle to protect you. My army is small, yet impenetrable. Everyone outside of it is … Continue reading Does Your Tribe Consist Of Warriors?