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am I really lost? II

In this life I get to choose.

To be good or bad. to live or to shut myself down. to grow or to break myself apart. 177 more words


Phoenix the cowardly II

got me wishing my bones weren’t the reminiscence of ashes, but rather resilient as those that sustained my flames once before. so I could bring myself to impress yet another. 36 more words


Phoenix the cowardly 

I regret nothing in my life but everything that involved you. I regret opening up to you, getting to know you, realizing that something that is beyond perfection actually exists, fighting, winning for you; losing to you, and lastly falling for you. 47 more words


the good outweighs the bad; at least that's what I keep telling myself.

we’re both lost, loath each other, but we know what we had was special despite all the fuckery. so we reconnect for some nights like we were never distant, pretending. 25 more words


am I really lost?

The shores of my soul have been harbouring the idea of death.

Yes, and for quite some time now. Taking my own life seemed my only way out. 138 more words



I spent several days this week converting our spare bedroom into my writing space because, as Virginia Woolf advised many years ago, a woman needs a ‘room of her own’ in order to write. 1,072 more words

Therapeutic Writing.

For the Week of October 4, 2015: Healing Our Spirits: Embracing Stillness

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
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Expressive Writing