Shadows.

You say that I speak of (my) darkness too much.

With my heart stripped bare before your eyes,

I stand,

my shadows a gift for the

searching ones.

Don’t you know that light that shines too brightly,

blinds?

Dreams.

How I wish I could find you;

to somehow show you,

that I became all the things

that you told me,

I would never be.

—Dreams.

 

On Motherhood.

For you,

I lay down my darkness.

When it calls,

I turn my back;

refuse the siren call of my escape.

Only,

for you.

Because,

in your eyes,

I see the only light that shines kindly on my

empty places.

You,

are my

redemption.

 

 

I walked in shame, until.

I wore a lifetime of shame

before I finally realised,

that the poisoned refrain you sang over me,

was birthed from your own fractured dreams.

—I walked in shame, until.

This is how we heal.

Your story belongs to all of us.

Speak through the pain,

and lay bare the thing that would

strangle you.

Give words to your shame.

It is not yours to carry,

alone.

This is how we heal each other.

—This is how we heal.

Fight.

Every now and then

you should take out

your fears,

and expose them

to the sun.

– Fight.

Trials.

Some things are more beautiful simply because they are over.

We survived them.

And therein lies the beauty,

and the relief.

– Trials.