Moon Child
Magic falls from her smile, when she hasn’t seen you in a while.
8 hours ago1 min read
Carved From Courage
I rise, not to prove you wrong, just to remember that I was always right.
21 hours ago1 min read
Her Light Waits
Some mornings, the sun looks at me like it remembers the day I first decided to stay. Back then, she hovered outside unsure if I would open the door. Now her light waits on my face, bright and warm brushing against the scars I carry, like a soft supporter who never stopped believing in me.
4 days ago1 min read