A Christmas to Remember

Why am I not a fan of the Christmas season?  I sat down and began writing this post in order to justify my many reasons.  I started writing, with an overwhelming feeling of disappointment and failure. A feeling of deep bitterness. But now, as I am nearly ready to post it,  I am ashamed of…

My Invisible Mountain

I can look back now and remember the exact moment that I knew I was going to survive, that I was going to be okay. I had fought my inner demons for so long and so hard but I had finally conquered them. The war wasn’t over yet to be sure but I had crossed…

Paint the walls red.

I sit here in my living room, with a glass of whiskey in hand, quietly admiring my work. It is messy and imperfect. It is a bit carefree and wild, and a whole lot unconventional. But most importantly of all…it is me. It is so satisfying that I could burst into joyful tears with the…

Hidden

Hidden The silvery moon shines through my window In jagged slivers on my skin. It's shimmering beauty across my flesh Belies the truth within.   The shadows and the darkness Won't reveal the truth inside. For the ripple of the moonlight's Sole purpose is to hide.   It distorts what's on the surface To protect…