I come from my country Where Thursday frost sparkles Beneath my feet Some wear their national identity Like a cloak, but mine Is more like a well-worn cardigan Comfortable and familiar Somewhere in the bottom of my closet I wear it for old time’s sake But most of the time it is just there In…
Knowing what you want is not just about looking good in a pair of tight leggings it is about having a dream that is worthwhile doing everything you can to make that dream come true knowing the difference between loving and being in love it’s about being strong and crying at the same time.
I met Mum outside school at the end of the day. ‘Hurry up, Molly,’ she said. ‘We have to meet the truck at our new house.’ She was so anxious to get going that she didn’t even notice that my dress was dirty and smelled like smoke. I climbed into the car and squeezed in…
identity of sisterhood possesses my character shaped by nature lover of the moon attached to wild blowing winds
The wind adores me, Whistles past my window Searching for a chink, To push back my curtain, To touch my body; I feel you, lover, caressing my face, But I am blind to your true form, Your freshness warms my soul But chills my heart.
identity and desire to be one passionately entwined female characters borrowed from life sin and virtue living within my thoughts
Absence weighs heavily on a wife with three children in tow but even that is better than life with a drunken bully