Hearing My Beating Heart

I may burn like fire, I may shatter like glass, I may have shackles attached to heavy bags. I may spend my life picking up the pieces of what makes me human. I may let you glance in, see me through the cracks. I may paint over the scars that were placed by my hand. … Continue reading Hearing My Beating Heart

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Slight

A slight change in a singular moment and we taught ourselves that it was just imagination. But we are here. I am here, in this time that will cease to exist before the next draw of my breath. It is important to say. Important to note the slight change because they have told us all … Continue reading Slight