A seedling in sprout Wore a coat undecided by the likes of fateA hydrophilic drop awoke the dormant migrant withinAnd the Earth breathed love againBut it was not to last,Her famine grasped all and the soil was once more dropless. In the final moments did fate pursue,A shower of warmth,Another droughtless growth,

i made this graphic bc i was on tumblr and there was a post about healing and growth came into my mind and i had the thought of “growth and healing.” as i was doing my graphic, the thought changed into “growth IN healing.” i’ve dealt with my depression and anxiety for about 7 years and still counting. and in the process of recovery, i learned that in healing from all the trauma and pain, i’ve ...

As I sat in my childhood room for the last time listening to The Cure and thinking about all the other 23-year-olds who soundtracked their goodbyes with Robert Smith, I realised that I am a part of the lucky few who will be moving out during UK lockdown number three. Up until this point, I had only felt excitement about leaving the four walls I had spent the past almost-year staring at, willing...

Winter whispers to meHer chill caressing my cheek as I stand on the deserted stepsof this churchHer reassurence is interrupted by the laughter of tender memoriesFloating down in the early dawnThe haunted pain in my soul groansAnd I look down at your footprints next to my ownHow long did we dance in the volcanic ashOf this courtyardNever seeing past the next season?But here we are againI track ...

Pull at the edges. You are her, not you. You can’t wear that, or be that, or embody the truth within.You are this, and that’s that.

Some nights I don blonde hair, the next I will mask as another. This time I might be so charming or a me I have yet to uncover. In the morning, I’ll be someone new: a better, more sensible me. She will dress smarter and speak much more eloquently. She’ll not forget the woman she was the night before – remembers her light with fondness, envies her playfulness in amour. They locked eyes for an mo...

she was all alone.  the darkness was what she knew.  they showed her the light. the misfits and bandits brave enough to bare their souls to the world with no shame. unafraid. like a rainbow after a storm they are unapologetic. she is apologetic more than she would like to admit. she wishes she could scream to the world “i am more than this”, but the minute she plucks up the courage her throat b...

Since I was bornA tornado warning humming thru the hospital I’ve always understood that Our lives are full of rain And instead of sitting at my window Pressed against the paneI chose to playMy mother watched, terrified As I danced alongside the lightning Knowing I wasn’t afraid to be struck Now, I am the one who is petrified Though I was never struck by lightning The lighting went out I’m shaki...