I’d Be …

If I had a dollar for every tear I've cried; a quarter for each time I've believed a lie; a dime for every hard goodbye; a penny for each time my hurt was denied ... I'd be a millionaire. But if I had a dollar for ever smile he's given me; a quarter for each … Continue reading I’d Be …

She Will Be …

Slowly, she awakens. Yawns. Stretches. Opens her eyes and take a long, deep breath. The stench remains: rancid flesh, decayed heart, still festering wounds. Shattered pieces of soul remain where they fell, a field of diamonds sparkling beneath the sun. A warrior, she stands amid the chaos; her gaze wanders from one broken seam to … Continue reading She Will Be …