The crushing weight of terror,The quickly heaving chest,The bitter tears,The endless rage,The lack of control,The lack of function,The inability to love myself fully,The confusion of my yelling,The triggered trauma,The past abuse,The sorrow inside me,The suffocating truth. I am not there anymore. As I sit at the windowWatching the rain drip down from the roof,I know … Continue reading I’m Not There Anymore
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An Ode to Nudity
Why must I wear pants outside my door? Will I ever be able to be comfortable in clothes? When will we stop sexualizing the body so I can get my mail in my panties? One of these days, I say, we will stand up and agree. Hiking is better nakedUnless you see horseflies or wasps. … Continue reading An Ode to Nudity
Ramblin' Woooman 