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Category: Writing

  • Burned

    you were so bright and I became blinded. I chased after your light and was burned.

  • Stepping Stones (I’ll be okay)

    I’m holding onto the fact that we’re all on separate paths. And our paths are all leading up to one moment where we will reflect on our lives and the people we love and who loves us in return. And if it means that our paths weren’t meant to stay together – then I can…

  • Open Up

    I’ll open myself up until I’m completely spread apart. I’ll let everything go. I’ll let other people see me for who I am.

  • A Lost Father

    I remember The sighs released Around our home When you left. They were soft and quiet Yet so heavy. So full of the pain Our hearts couldn’t bare To accept.

  • Passing Hope

    I’ll keep meeting their eyes And see glimpses of hope inside. But I’m learning that We are allowed to be loved even in our pain. We are worth loving. We are worth being stood by. And it’s not because I see those glimpses. It’s because I know they can disappear.