As a black woman, I stand at this shore once again. Praying I won’t be swept away, praying this tide won’t pull me in, this heavy trauma, this heartache of a life, this suffocating reality.
Happy Free-Thinking Friday & Happy National Poetry month! This is the first piece I’ve written since February. Please enjoy my extremely raw art. I hope you can resonate with these word.
My Musings: I'm learning to write even when I feel I have nothing to share. During this season of chaos, I'm redefining calm.
Moments of Weakness: I am grateful for moments that show me who I am and how much I need to grow.
What Xmas Means to Me: This holiday season I’ve been focusing my energy on the people I love and the time I’m able to spend with them.
Today’s post is an open letter to my paternal grandmother about the relationship between memory & age and those who witness the withering of a loved one.
Today: A reflective piece on therapy, depression and the desire to make sense of feelings that don’t fit perfectly into a box.
Today I am free and this is how I choose to approach the experiences ahead of me.
This letter is for you. These are the words I needed for years. Take what you need from this letter today and spread love to everyone around you
Personification: A short piece about the entities who use their power for good but more often evil.