my scars and healing places

I cannot begin to tell you how I can cry tearing at the fabrics of who I wanted to be a wife, a mother every girl's dream wedding yet, these stains black spots, slipping through all the pre-existing cracks i am a toy to you, nothing but a puppet for enjoyment, while the heart grows … Continue reading my scars and healing places

drowning..inLife

So, I just remembered its National Poetry Month starting tomorrow, and its my time to shine again with daily writing sessions of at least one hour to wrote a poem. I even found a prompt list to follow, so I can let my creativity run wild. Yet, as March closes, its been one hell of … Continue reading drowning..inLife