I wrote this December 18, 2017 in honor of where I believed our country was headed. So dark is this place. Filled with feeling, longing, despair. Who can go on? Look up?! Or see the light? Crooked people and their crooked hands twist my arms, their long finger nails clawing into my flesh grabbing the [...]
For when they leave me, as they always do. Friends. Family. Loved ones. Even the dog. Taking away the love and the flame that keeps me warm, on cold dark nights just like this one, I still can win. For I already know how to create my own light deep from within.
His eyes burn through me. Like scalding hot milk on my skin. How much do you share? Open up now. How much do you give in? Fear the precious time spent on someone. You want to stay, yet you want to run.