I Am Enough.

Some days the pink hue of my cheeks makes me want to tear my skin from my face, screaming. . Others, it’s a glowing reminder that I am alive. . Some days the wild wave of my hair makes me wish I could be anybody, anybody else. . Others, I shake it free and let … Continue reading I Am Enough.

Casual Terror.

Trapped inside, controlled morally postponed. I wait.   Not going out, The fear creating doubt, I resist, it grows. I wait.   Letting go of it all trusting in the uncomfortable fall, to freedom. I wait.   Open your mind, your heart and your soul, watch, exposed as life can now unfold.   Now, able … Continue reading Casual Terror.