simplistic believer. soul searcher. fear conqueror. deep lover. unrealistic dreamer. & forever finding my own voice in this chaotically, beautiful world.
Let them blow a way when their season in your life has changed. Let them fall into place when the puzzle pieces need rearranged. Let them decide it’s time to leave for good and walk out the door. Let them love you like you’ve never known love before. Let them grow in a different direction… Continue reading Let Them
Not a single day passes without a memory of you. A smile or a laugh, or a ‘what the hell would he do?’ I’ve heard a thousand stories about your kind and amazing soul. And even more of your silliness and you acting a fool. Strangers have told me endless stories of who you were.… Continue reading Fifteen Years & You’re Still Forever Young, Poppa. 🌙
A little girl was born; so shy and scared, a long time ago. . . Her father so strong, so brave and so loving; little did she know. . . He would pass down to her his strength, courage and heart. It would show through when they were forced to part. He would give her… Continue reading He Would
Two people. They shared no blood, no dna. Two people. Without an obligation to be there come what may. Two people. Who met and formed an unbreakable bond through out the years. Two people. They’d been there for each other through hours of laughter and moments of tears. Two people. Both who cared and loved… Continue reading Two people. One Liver. & a bond like no other. ♥️
Her hair was her armor that shielded her soul. Her hair was her weapon so thick and so full. Her hair was her cape that gave her super powers. Her hair was her escape; she’d get lost in it for hours. Her hair was a piece of her identity she never thought shed lose. Her… Continue reading When a girl changes her hair; she’s ready to change her life. 💁♀️
The bricks, the mortar, the tile and concrete. Each piece a part of the foundation that built me. The teachers, the counselors, the secretaries and everyone in between. . . They molded me from when I was just a teen. The lessons and homework I once rolled my eyes at Taught me to question life;… Continue reading the building that raised me: POJHS
It’s my words. My lines. My stories to tell. It’s my memories. My pain. My own personal hell. The monsters lurking in the dark. The never ending sleepless nights. The shadows on the wall; disappearing with the morning lights. The pain brushed under the rug. The performance for all to see. You didn’t care, you… Continue reading My Words. . .
Last week. Last week was my 33rd birthday. 33 years filled with light and darkness. Love and pain. Laughter and tears. 33 years living a life I never imagined; regardless of what the situation I was currently going through consisted of; because I never dreamt I’d even make it to 33. But I am still… Continue reading There’s Enough Sunshine for Everyone. ☀️
Trapped. Trapped in a body that is constantly at war with itself. Trapped in a novel full of horror hidden on the top shelf. Stuck. Stuck in a never ending cycle of pain. Stuck not knowing if I’ll ever feel “normal” again. Terrified. Terrified I’ll never find the answers I’m looking for. Terrified this is… Continue reading A prisoner in my own body. . The never ending saga. 🤷♀️
I cried today; not for you but for me I cried for all the moments and the memories. I shed tears today because we were robbed of time. I shed tears because it happened with no reason or rhyme. I hurt today because I want you here. I hurt because I can’t believe it’s been… Continue reading Fourteen Years . . . 12/29/62-02/29/08
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