I Stopped Fighting Because I Can’t Win

I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.

If We Have Rules Are We Free?

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?

She Is Rising

Writing out trauma comes with hurdles.  Sometimes I plow through.   Sometimes I avoid.  I avoid the smells, sounds and feelings of the memory.  There is hurt in there.  There's a scared little girl in there. She doesn't want to have to feel it, but we do.  To bring our story to life, we gotta … Continue reading She Is Rising

Stream Of Consciousness | 5.4

the dream / recurrent / dark planet of / cliffs and crevices we / leapt / trained / fought in / total darkness / only scent to / guide so / we became / adept to / aloneness and / the smell of / predators / repeat / through cycles / same space / similar … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness | 5.4

When Writing Out Trauma Is Crippling

A wise person once said, "There are three things you should never share; your relationship, your finances and your next move." It has become a mantra for my life.   Years of being both vulnerable and held back at the wrong times have left me speculating my own judgment.  Being alone is safer, away from the … Continue reading When Writing Out Trauma Is Crippling