Month: July 2015

The Truth Is

The truth is…. I spent many years locked in a cage. From a very young age. My freedom was caved. I kept my face buried in a page. Reading through rage. Writing to be saved. I couldn’t explain The source… Read More ›

Pretending

I close my eyes and think of you. A little boy, running free. Pretending to be happy, with not a care. Wanting to protect, you wipe away my tears. You try to be strong, and tell me it will be… Read More ›

Brick Walls

I watched when he flattened the crimson mortar under the windowsill of our brand new home, hands so steady as he carved horizontal and vertical lines to mimic a brick wall. This was as delicate as I saw them for… Read More ›