Poem | the door’s way

one foot in, one foot outhand on the handleafraid to let go and goafraider to glance behind and stay frozen in time’s momentbut this too must passclose my eyes, breathe inone lungful of courage is all it takes push the handle, pullit open, let the unknownbreak my desolation, andcross the threshold into adventures anew

Sleeploss Becomes Her

outstandingall I ever wanted to befrom the same makebut to a different degree I can’t accept myselfas one of the othersbecause I am my own daffodilstrying to become roses redthe same soil their basetheir growth differing as yet I can’t accept myselfas a rose or a daffodilbecause I am a poppy Elle Vampa – Outstanding … More Sleeploss Becomes Her

Bi-Weekly Loss | 5 Reasons Why I (Still) Feel Like A Loser

nothingchanges, all remains equally dull and excruciatingly desperate, grey days blending into black neverfinding a way out, change my style of breathing for the better, finding hope in what was lost, trying too hard to become new in old ways nowherecan I find the door that leads to the true me, locked inside, eager for … More Bi-Weekly Loss | 5 Reasons Why I (Still) Feel Like A Loser