O weary traveller Your soul lifted To allow your spirit to roam free untethered in distant lands and you; you uprooted yourself And lost your way home so you wander Lost and unfound
She was the girl who survived, the one who lived to tell the tale, and was assumed the stronger for it. Little did you know – you could breathe life into a paper girl but you could never make her real. She would always be made of paper, always susceptible to flames.
Since young, I have been told to make the “right decisions”. And for the longest time, I have done just that. I would put my needs second to anybody else because that was the right thing to do. I would not argue with my parents because it was the right thing to do. I forcedContinue reading “Decisions”