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”
As parents, there will be days when calmness surrounds our children. They are quiet, and content and seem to find nothing to argue about. There will be days where they are Continue reading “There Will Be Days”
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The rays of the sun no longer burned her eyes.
Cold days of winter no longer chilled her skin.
The rocks she walked upon no longer bruised her feet. Continue reading “Angel Wings”
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”
The woman she became did not happen overnight.
It was no secret the pain she carried inside.
Each time she cried, she swore it would be the last time Continue reading “The Woman She Became”