Restless is my soul in this skin, morphing, from the cocoon but not yet used to these wings,   free from the dark, cramped past-life chrysalis but not free enough from the weighted wet preventing my wings from fully drying,   so I can fly, soar to my fullest potential, reach the height I've been … Continue reading Restless

Believing in My Beauty

Fresh white canvas brushed with the softest, barely-there pink, soft morning rays after the rain gently blushing my cheek,   single subtle cobweb still tickling me from yester's dusty corners lightly sticking,   I bravely but shyly in this new season ever so slowly again expose my interior; I am fragile now, not as hearty … Continue reading Believing in My Beauty