Staying True to Design

It’s a scary world out there. I love those moments when I can really let loose. When I am just me expressed: the good, the bad, the strange, the true. My experience of bliss in these times is almost always cut short by a fear of over exposure. I am free, I am me, for […]

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A Poem: To be Drawn

Here I am at the end of my rope unable to breathe on my own. What does it even mean to “cope”? I feel like I’ve been cut to the bone. Will I implode or explode or crumble into dust and ashes just like the woman whom I held so dear only to have her […]

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A Poem: Broken to be Built

I don’t think there’s words to describe this kind of pain, or this kind of beauty, or Your kind of mercy. I don’t know what to do with myself but I do know feeling the morning dew on my toes, and the wind across my face, and the sun upon my back, while the children […]

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A Poem: Hide and go Seek, Tag

“How are you?” is just a courtesy or is it? maybe I’m just being pessimistic. I want comfort so badly but to let people in means┬áto open up. To open up means to feel everything; every feeling. This is what scares me. Maybe it’s good for life to not be so agreeable. It’s in these […]

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