The Shift of Seasons
Change is the only constant. Continue reading The Shift of Seasons
Tag: prose poetry
Routine, Disrupted (a poem)
It’s 7:30AM on a school day in February. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading Routine, Disrupted (a poem)
Believe
There comes a time in every young girl’s life when she starts to wonder why she can’t pet her imaginary unicorn. Continue reading Believe
The Words I Write
I started writing because there were stories inside of me that needed to get out. Old stories, gritty stories, haunting stories. Stories I had spent years drinking into the shadows. Stories that peered up at me in fragile longing, begging to be seen and forgiven. Continue reading The Words I Write
Hey Depression, old pal
Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal
Silence
we strive to find a silence that is so elusive in the cacophony of our own minds, but the silence of others is maddening. Continue reading Silence
