Facade..

Like holding onto the wet sand  That drained down my hands It was like building a home Standing on the quicksand To turn away to turn about To have faith in the impossible To have been pushed around I stand petrified I raise my hands to hold on To what once was mine To only … Continue reading Facade..

A cocoon

The strength of your will increases with effort to break through.. Freedom is addictive Freedom is never to be expected.. Its a choice.. its a fight.. Its an everyday action to keep and protect.. Let your wings grow strong..