Stolen Heart

Clutching fists fill the void in my chest. There was love there. There was happiness and memories of beauty. The knife has long since removed my heart. Burning tears, trails of red mark my tormented cheeks. There was warmth there. There was a sense of purpose and belonging. The bloodied hands no longer pull at […]

Who Am I?

When the walls of self acceptance are crushed within our own hands, When the shame of who are boils from our veins, When the world we thought we knew no longer applies, Who is left? When one lives outside the box, When one rediscovers that hidden life, When the world around is no longer the […]