It Was His Choice to Make

The losses just keep coming.The hurt that comes with.The constantly echoing "WHY?"keeps bouncing around in my head. I don’t even know how to explain the kind of week, hell - month that I have had. The punches keep coming and I keep wondering how many more I can take before I can’t punch back anymore.... Continue Reading →

The Bracelet

Is it coincidence,or irony,that during a time when I am intimately working oncoming to terms with the fact that I have been a motherless daughter my whole life,my own child decided to stop talking to me?  How to put into words what it feels like carrying the grief that I do,of my own losses, disappointments,... Continue Reading →

Imprinted with Grief

Sometimes the sadnessis so thick in my lungs,so visceral through my body. How much loss can one heart carry?At what point will it finally shatterinto so many piecesthey never fit back together? How much rejection can one soul bearbefore it is scarred forever?Imprinted with grief,beaten down,unable to recharge. It feels like it will always be... Continue Reading →

The Darkness

There is a dark hole at the center of my core. Its pull magnetic, unrelenting, dangerous.  A hole burned into my essence by abusive and violent hands, words of belittlement, and betrayals unimaginable.  A hole so deep the bottom is an illusion, filled with sadness,  with rage,  and with the stolen innocence of a young girl.  A hole echoing with the shame, embarrassment, and self-hatred of a lost child. A continuously... Continue Reading →

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