Mar 8
I have tried to change for the better
A woman who wouldn’t be okay with her unhinged letter
Maybe a white picket fence
Don’t forget the Irish Setter
I would wear sundresses
With a ponytail full of tresses
That is what bored to death is
There will be no judgment or bullying in this sacred safe space. Views about Spirituality, Darkness, self love; spiritual growth; any damn thing you please…respect each other and us writer’s can be at ease
Lyrical Prose molds my soul. Journey that led me to the Gorgeous Mess of Chaos that you see. One with God. I am merely a vessel. I am authentically me. Broken.
