Rising From The Ashes
I came as a shadow, a discount in my stepfather’s eyes, After he married my mother, I was a stranger in disguise. A different blood
I Like You Now; Mostly
I was not always kind to you, I have wished you were different; A bit rounder, A bit softer, I did not take pride in
No One Was Ever Going To Come
Alone. I had always been like that even then, Shattered and ruined by those who swore love, Broken by that which I dared to love
Shackles Of Torment
Dreadful, dark, eerie! In an attic, I’m locked, Come out? How? When the world is ready to torment me, Ready to grind the abloom petals
Love Costs A Few Things
What would it take for you to miss that meeting today? On my 7th birthday? Or not pick up that call, When I was talking
The Silence of a Lost Childhood
Born with freedom, Yet locked in an invisible cage. No sense of freedom anymore, As my joy becomes a stolen page. Forced into the streets
A Dad’s Time
Not today, my dear, Tomorrow, my dear, Next time, my dear— Another tale of a dad. This dad, a busy dad, Always too busy for
Beneath The Weight Of My Silence
A night spent on my mother’s grave, This place, a haven of late. I feel the soil’s texture through my torn shirt, My dry blood
Reflections
Once upon a time, In a young girl’s heart, Cheer and warmth abounded. Such lightness, such openness; A shield from every outside threat. In due
I’m Fine (Not Fine)
Look at me, do I look whole? Mom thinks I’m broken, But I’m not just broken, I’m also battered, And I can’t fix myself. Physically
