I learned to love to paint. My hands trembled the first time I picked up the brush. The lack of color left my thoughts white and afraid to be coated. Today, as always, I question what my paint palette should be. I wonder what color fancies my heart? I once dreamed of names for myContinue reading “Courting My Heart”
am i not always giving advice encouragement of sorts to be better in everyday existence and as you succeed it makes me happy watching you walk away independently from these arms that strangle push you down, hold you tight wrangle dreams from your mind so i will would never lose you.
I have been listening to conversations. What would others think of the words you speak? Imagine the reflection you mirror. Two friends spoke, or rather gossiped together over coffee, “She only works part-time now that she quit her other job.” The other replied, “Really?! Why would she do that? She had such a great job.” “For her kids.”Continue reading “Mirrored Reflection”