All I can keep on doing is hope,
hope for that change
because I am selfish-
and I don’t know how
any of this will play out,Continue Reading
Articles from September 2018
I Thought…
You saw me as a clear figure through the smoke
I thought I was your saving grace.
You held me close, afraid to let go
I thought I was your lifeline.Continue Reading
Drip. Drop.
I sit in a bathtub of sorrow,
blankly staring at the drain where
I had washed away, no, scrubbed off
the sin, the guilt, the regret.