Look to someones past,
Not to define them,
But to understand them.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
Look to someones past,
Not to define them,
But to understand them.
I put my heart
Into the hands of another,
Without realizing,
The heart is to be shared,
Not given.
To be able
To find beauty
You must know beauty;
To know beauty,
You must have beauty
Within.
I thought you’d be able
To see it on my face,
To hear it on my voice,
To understand the
Words unspoken,
Yet confessed
By the original language,
To spare me the courage
I lost from these days
To speak up and say
That I am not okay.
Sometimes
When you look at the lives of others
You just can’t seem
To find the cracks;
What a suffocating way
That must be
For them
To live.
When I got there
I lay down
A piece of my heart;
It grew roots
And became my home
(I miss it).
*artwork by the talented David Smith (www.davidsmith-studios.com)
Waves of anxiety
Form deep within the mind
Pounding the shores of sanity
Washing in, washing out, repeatedly;
Taking whatever it can,
Bringing it out
Into murky waters
Of uncertainty.
artwork by David Smith (www.davidsmith-studio.com)