to love, and be loved…

The crazy miracle of life is finding someone who’s scars don’t cut deeper into yours, but solely help them heal.

Dreamstate of MINE…

Disclaimer: This is my first shot at spoken word that I recorded about a month ago… This is me, just about as raw as I can be. Blacked out background, so there’s no distraction. Choked up words to my heart’s satisfaction.

hope…

She saw the road before her, feeling daunted, with an eerie sense of deja vu. She had been here before, and it didn’t end well.

Father…

When she reached the edge of her incurable sadness, she reached to grab the hand held out to help her all along.

begin, again…

Today, she welcomed the awkward for it meant freedom from the past failure, and excitement for future hopes. A new crush meant healing and happiness, and this she welcomed in with an open heart.

lover…

They said it would happen when she least expected it… ‘What about,’ she thought,  ‘When I’ve lost all hope?’

snow…

And a fresh blanket coated the ground… A new day, a new season, a fresh start.

her heart…

Buried beneath her greatest hurt lies  deep the roots of her dearest desires.