That’s the Trouble…

That’s the Trouble…

Sometimes your shackled By a seemingly innocuous soul Sometimes your jailer Wears the face of a friend Sometimes your prison is made By the one you trust Sometimes your monster Was never in your closet But rather at your bedside Tucking you in And that’s the trouble...
Unapologetic

Unapologetic

Are you looking for something? An apology? You. Will. Never. Get. One. Look in my motherfucking eyes- Long and hard. I am done feeling guilty. Sorry… Ashamed… Walking around like a little bitch. My anger is unusual. A flavor you’ve never had. Better open...
To the one that feels irreparably broken; part two

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part two

It is important for me to share that I am still in daily pain as I write this. I still suffer from chronic migraines. I still wrestle with depression and anxiety. I still experience high emotion days. This is part of my linear reality. This is part of my truth. I am...
To the one that feels irreparably broken; part one

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part one

It is likely that sometime in your life, someone impressed on you that you were broken. Perhaps this was said with words, perhaps it wasn’t. But this idea was instilled in you from the time you were young, and then repeated until you were conditioned to fully believe...
The Empath’s Journey

The Empath’s Journey

Always, on my life’s journey, For as long as I can remember, The “other” has assigned me a role. The consummate friend. The submissive woman. The good Christian. The sacrificing mom. The helpful neighbor. The one to take the blame. The one to come to...
Survivor

Survivor

What did I ask of you? Any of you? When I went through my dark night of the soul? Did I ask you to listen? While I vented and railed? Did I ask you to fix me? Help me? Save me? Did I ask you for anything? …Anything at all? Even though you looked at my pain, Just the...