Hopeful Hearts
My soul reaches out with open palms, and a hopeful heart, waiting for someone to recognize the gentle shape of how I am built. Not to change its edges or ask it to become something easier to hold, but to see the quiet light it has always carried, and meet it with hands that never mistake softness for weakness. To be known without making myself less, and loved in the language I have always spoken.
8 hours ago1 min read
Leaves
I like to watch the leaves escape the grasp of tree branches in autumn. I adore the colors. All different, dead yet somehow still vibrant. I enjoy the sound they make as they rustle through the wind. It is almost like they are guiding the way for me to begin again.
1 day ago1 min read
My Million Dollar Dream
Most people dream of winning millions of dollars or getting their hands on a million and one luxury items like a yacht or a fancy car or a huge and pointless house. I however only dream of a regulated nervous system, and a good night of peaceful sleep.
2 days ago1 min read
Succulent
I am like a cactus prickly. I do not want you too close near me.
2 days ago1 min read
The Seer
There are bigger things ahead for you. Can you believe that? Do you trust me, and the things that I say?
3 days ago1 min read
Rise, Queen
She did not wake fearless. One morning, she simply decided that fear would no longer make the decisions. And that, right there, was enough to begin again.
5 days ago1 min read
She Is The Destination
Even while wandering, she stands on protected ground. Because a woman moving towards herself is never lost
5 days ago1 min read