Be Like a Tree.

When do we cut ties with trauma, folks? I mean, when do the pep talks stop and when does the real healing begin? Can we even claim that we have been healed from something without judgement? So many of us, myself included, either are or have been so accustomed to trauma and those feel-good stints…

Unconditionally Falls Short Tonight.

Unconditionally falls short tonight, tempting disgust back through the door with rushing water polluted from resentment that floods over the threshold of where I once kept it at bay, giving you try after try. But I never had a chance to unleash it all because the veins opened up to the venom that sucked us…

Move, Child! | Automatic Transcription.

You shouldn’t throw those words around like flaming lips in a one man show. As if you were the only one with the dagger. Ha! I say, as my mind scours the range for someone to mean their twisted truths, for someone to fall at my feet begging for a forgiving heart left bleeding between…

Unconditionally.

I got my knickers in a twist and put on my passive aggressive panties, when really – it was all out of fear, my love. Now I sit in silence, doubling-up on meds just to ward off the tears that haven’t flowed since I saw you last. And I fear I may never see you…