I wrote this poem from a writing prompt asking to tell about how you feel when your mother smiles. My mother has schizophrenia. Life for us wasn't so ..
Each day a new thought, a new challenge, a new story a new plot.Each day I change, but a part of me still stays the same.Each day a lesson a new page ..
We must be born broken..all misplaced in some sort of way. Everyone some slight dysfunction. And maybe life is all about learning to fix ourselves. Ma..
Most people turn their heads away from evil or put there nose up in bitter disgust. I personally like to find the motivation behind the evil. No one i..
I am me..I may not always be patient but I am open and accepting. I forgive and forgive and try to understand motives but don't go into understanding ..
Words are emotion, they are history, they are the present, and the future beyond.They can hold love and fear, anger and joy, they can tell all or tell..