The River

There is a river of pain within meAnd it’s full of all of my tearsSometimes it rushes violentlyCrashing on rocks, tearing down the branches in my mindI’m not a strong swimmer,or so the story goes,And yet I swim there oftenAt one with all my fearsIf I flail and grasp as I am rushed downThere is... Continue Reading →

Girl, you’ve got it good

Walking out of the fire As your past burns down Looking only forward As the flames lick your heels They tell you you should be afraid Because fear is a team sport these days But girl, you’ve got it good Stripping off your clothes No hiding what is real Still standing tall As the wind... Continue Reading →

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