Little girls should have big dreams. Always. Because all women are made up of little girls guiding them along the path they always wanted to walk on. ⁃ Notes for my daughter
Tag Archives: writing
The Butterfly
Honey, you are like the butterfly Air, light and grace Hold your spirit high and free Your color runs if you are held
If you see
If you notice the eyes seeking the flowers, the sun, the night sky If you notice the constant longing for fresh air If you see the way I get lost in nature, in stories and in everything else that carries me away If you see through me to me, with all my intricacies You seeContinue reading “If you see”
NTS 3.6.20
And when you love me, I hope you love me for the chaos of my mind and not just the canvas of my face.
Beacons
Everything seems well and good. Until you remember, you have always held your body as a beacon heralding harm And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage with a gentle, sensitive soul. It hurts and it hurts so it twinesContinue reading “Beacons”
#NTS 17.4.20
Context: My brain’s been doing some heavyweight thinking lately and this stream of thought entered my mind. I remember a particular session with my therapist – we had discussed how some of the beliefs I had about myself would take time to go because they had been sedimenting for years. I had spent the pastContinue reading “#NTS 17.4.20”
Midnight Musings (13.3.20)
There is no easy fix for helping someone you love heal from their pain. That is a journey they have to take themselves. And the more they learn to walk on their path, the stronger they will be. If you want to help, talk to them. Ask them what helps them as they learn howContinue reading “Midnight Musings (13.3.20)”
Bell JAr
Like a butterfly A medley of colors A delicate twine of body and spirit A gossamer dream, soft and dusty Beneath the sky of a bell jar Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar
Little Girl
Little girl, little girl, little girl, you have cleansed your soul on the altars of love, faith, duty and despair. Why is your soul still empty?
Stagnant
The hours rush byAnd day turns to nightAnd night turns into dayAnd we existIn a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotionsCraving for a change⠀⠀For time to stillFor the day to dawnFor the storms to pass by
