Memoir & Autobiographies
To Whom Have I Become (Part 3)
Trigger warning: Mental health, suicide. Who turned out the light, I find myself in the dark. In a seedy hotel, far from home, doors ...- Health & WellnessPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenCreativityEnvironmentSelf-Help & Relationships
Survivor’s Pledge – A Free-Verse Poem
darlings, remember, the dark shapes hiding in the night friendly enemies fornicating your good nature they peek out from under your bed, creep beneath ... - LifestyleParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesCultureDesign, Fashion & StyleEntertainmentCreativity
Today We Breathe
Mourn, Grieve, Exhaustion BREATHE Protest, Stand Up, Speak Out BREATHE Silenced, Beaten, Killed We Will Breathe Weep, Yell, Curse BREATHE Over-taxed, Over-looked, Over-worked JUST ... Beauty in Your Words
The beauty in your words are expressed through my heart, Your eyes are like a work of art, I’ve fallen in love with you, ...- Parenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesLifestyleNonfictionTravelCreativity
To Whom Have I Become (Part 2)
Where were you the first time you realized there was a problem? A problem so big you couldn’t wrap your head around it? I ... - Memoir & AutobiographiesEntertainmentCurrent Affairs & PoliticsCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetry
Paper Towns, A Poem About Loss Of Childhood
Paper towns and cities, Arranged in perfect fashion, A bouquet of white in place. You remember the days? How we used to construct wonders, ... Are You Living Your Dash?
I think about my loved ones who have passed very often, but there different times throughout the year that I do a great deal ...- Parenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHealth & WellnessLifestyleCreativity
To Whom Have I Become (Part 1)
40 years is almost 15,000 days on this Earth? Most people don’t adapt well to change. I, however, have always excelled here. That is ... The Un-Mothering
My breast aches even though never suckled My chest is your comfortable favorite cushion They ache from not knowing My own children The young ...