All the things that were ripped from my hands, have found their way back to me. As words. — Loss, has made me fertile.
i mourn the things that (this) life will not give to you. but, i do not mourn you. — (warrior) mum. There are days that I mourn what my beautiful boy will never have in this life. But, I do not mourn him. He is joy and sunshine and innocence, and my heart is attached... Continue Reading →
i stood before you, holding my fears in cupped hands; a petition for mercy. and still, you would not cross the naked divide between me, and you. and so i walked away. . . Your peace is worth more than losing yourself in order to repair a fractured relationship. When you have scars from deep... Continue Reading →