I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
Tag: Prose
Overthinking
I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
Phoenix Rising
The phoenix loved from inside of him
Politics
The moon knows there are stories here.
It waits for them to be told as if history preludes it.
As if the stories will change when spoken again.
As if the stories mattered.
The Writing
Neither can roar
