They tell her to write soft, invite love to her words. How? All she knows is hurt. The truth speaks through every word. Each word gives insight into every woman who has been scorned, left, and abandoned. Love never showed up; the pain did. She desired love, and she wanted it, she needed it. Yet that’s not what showed up. How…
There is nothing worse than tears not contained. Tears that are left exposed without proper guidance. Tears with experience privately poured out at a silent altar. Questions that don’t have answers. Burdened, tired, lacking oxygen, living only on 20%, but, no one sees, everyone is living a life that is not their own, lacking authenticity. There’s a cry from the…
