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When we are born, we are all adorned with a crown of thorns. We are not told we can remove it at any time that we choose release ourselves from all of the crimes we have laid upon ourselves and others. Instead, we are taught to love it. So we decorate it — with flowers, with gems. We let it condemn us. Some even use it as a tool to create false rules. We go through life weak and weary, with many crosses to carry. We become attached, drag them wherever we go, too afraid to let

When Can She Be? My child wants to know when can she be— Run around and smile, be carefree, Know what it’s like to truly be Free. She had to play dead Lived the life she wanted inside her head. It was much safer there, because she was spared trauma and despair. It was better than facing so much dread— Better off hiding In her head. No real friends, Only plush animals instead. She had to plot and plan her escape, Afraid of her fate, but only exchanged one cage for another. Un

Everything is God God is here and there, God is everywhere. In the wind  and in the rain God reigns and always remains.

Spreading love and light despite all the fights always invites her bright light.

You are the first  that allowed me to speak  about pieces of me.

It’s seems that I’m always on  the other side of the fence. Covered by others, at my expense. Treated like nonsense.

Inner child of mine so Divine, so much anguish so much sorrow so much pain such a strain.

That which I desire most dangled right in front of me, like a carrot on a string.

“The Brightest Light” was the first poem I ever wrote, marking the beginning of my documented journey of healing through feelings.

I once knew a man who had not one fan. So unloved

 Writing these books has been a way for me to identify my feelings and emotions so that I can have a better understanding of myself, my thoughts, beliefs and behavior patterns.