Below is a piece I wrote in 2009. Its amazing how words can take you back to a period of confusion and hurt.
Dear Future Husband, I hope that you'll forgive my childish experimentation. I cannot wait for the day that we declare our promise in front of God and man...
She curved past the dark corners of her mind It was easier for her to live in ignorant bliss than face her vulnerabilities She often walks in the dark hoping not to bump into reality She always knew Fear overshadowed the path that his words paved They danced to the beat of his consistency He … Continue reading She Always Knew
Wide eyed she stands tall awaiting the gust The gust of wind that blows her mind The whirlwind consumes her whole being She feels the weight of the world on her wings Yet the wind carries her with ease, she's as light as a feather Her wings glisten under the scorching sun White as snow … Continue reading Porcelain Wings