feel the weight of the word in your mouth, before you set it free to cling to the skin of another. sometimes, the smallest words are the heaviest to carry. —fat. This poem is deeply personal. Years ago I battled bulimia. I have, ever since I can remember, been in a constant struggle to accept... Continue Reading →
And isn't this what every, single heart needs to know—needs to hear? That we are wanted? That we matter *so much* that if we were not here, there would be a gaping hole in the universe. Tell the ones that you hold in your heart, that they are wanted. Tell them over, and over, so... Continue Reading →
i hung my broken dreams on the stars. one by one, i set them free. and now, here I stand, empty hands cupped, waiting for the new rain. —letting go.