My now

A face smudged with charcoal, and paint streaking the tips of my long blonde hair, that’s how you will find me these days. Who knew I’d become an artist in my twenties? Not me. As I uncovered painful and suppressed moments from my past, beauty was risen out of my ashes. Not a beauty thatContinue reading “My now”

Petal

Petal, soft Snaps from stem Drifting down down down Floating with ease It pillows to the ground Not a sound released still the moment resounds To one, appears as a loss of beauty To the flower, it is clear A greater room is made for new blooms to flame in a small petal’s place NoContinue reading “Petal”

Even Rocks Cry

I have spent a great deal of my life not doing what I desire because of fear. Whether that’s fear of inadequacy or a lack of ingenuity. I remember rejecting the color pink as a young girl because that was what all of the other girls liked. The same went for the movie The CheetahContinue reading “Even Rocks Cry”