• art,  poetry

    never

    Little thorn,rest awhile in my skin.Rest that I might remember the rose.Rest that I might grieve the summer gone;the summers that never were,and that will never be.

  • art,  light/creation

    steep

    Your loneliness is your inner child, calling for you. You were never meant to steep in it for long days and weeks. Never meant to become attached to it. It is not who you are- it is a message from…

  • light/creation

    devastation

    You want to turn away, to bury your head in the sand. You want to numb the pain, to fight it somehow but you can't. You must gather your strength. You must look that grief in the eye and say,…

  • light/creation

    found

    Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.

  • light/creation,  shadow/destruction

    Purity

    And you know, you just know that next time you go under you will neither fight nor panic, nor will you be broken. You will be still, as still as the earth herself. You will be strong. You will look…

art of trauma