The Girl Who Blocked Her Own Shot

I want you to know That every time I face a blank page with a  half-formed idea that I have to FORCE  myself to pick the words that bring life  Above  the words that burn bridges, Express bitterness Or allow anger biased by hurt to freely  flow. I chose a life of words that heal And I have to keep making that choice  through every … Continue reading The Girl Who Blocked Her Own Shot

Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?

Gentle words Coarse face Broken heavy heart she carries Place to place  On her way to a distant land Her helper takes the burden up Sore knees Red knuckles  Bruised ego  She places at the alter of her psyche Every way she’s tried to fit their mold Impossibly impossible Their small minds conceived ill-shaped Spaces to banish her from the word  “Normal” Never was it … Continue reading Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?