“Maybe you should try to write this out,” she said. Little did she know, the ache to write was running through my mind. I could physically feel my body needing to write. I shouldn’t be surprised she suggested to write… she knows me like the back of her hand. She knows me a little better…
Tag: Recovery
I Miss You
There are lot of things I keep quiet about, you are one of them. I don’t talk about you or share what we had gone through. No one would even know. I miss you, though. I thought by now I’d be over it. After all, its been three years. But still, after all this time,…
And So She Stops
The cool wind flows through her long curly hair. Her nose pink from the crisp Autumn air. The sound of children laughing and running around the playground. She sits there on a bench alone wonder how her life turned out the way it did. Oh, how life use to be so innocent. She was innocent….
Rustic Horseshoe 