The curtains have been closed.
Let the tears fall.
No one has to know. Continue reading “Curtains”
Bully go away.
It takes all my strength to get up and face the day.
I wash my face. Continue reading “Bully Go Away”
Down on my knees.
Nowhere left to fall.
The water captures my reflection. Continue reading “Staring Back At Me”
The dead rose petals fall to the floor.
The wind blows in from the windows and the broken door.
The dark clouds are heavier than before. Continue reading “Dead Rose Petals”
I am really thinking about writing my first poetry book! Would any of you be interested in purchasing one?!
I am no longer the foster kid that was broken and bruised.
I am no longer the foster kid that was lost and confused.
I am no longer the foster kid who felt like I was not enough. Continue reading “I Am No Longer The Foster Kid”