Being alive, Pain, Poetry, Reflection

Silence

She stays silent, her voice soft, untested drowned by clamoring thoughts, She keeps numb, swallowing her desires, never spoken for who would heed? Flashes of light and thunder declares, look at me, but like rain clouds that pass everyday, no one misses her coming and going. She bides her time for one day she could… Continue reading Silence

Living life, Postaday, The Self

Me, Myself and I

Postaday - Can't Stand Me Can't stand me... never been there. I'd like to say that I am totally confident and have no body image issue but that would be a lie.  It would also be a lie for me to say that I love my face, my body, my voice... absolutely.  But I have,… Continue reading Me, Myself and I