I am afraid of my own tears, Afraid they may fall too fiercely, Hot as confession, Heavy as centuries of hidden pain, And burn the softness from my face. The mirror has always known me As the obedient girl with the practiced smile, The one whose lips bloom on command Like prayer offered before an Read more…

The path forks and twists and bends As it muddles you with clouded thoughts Sensing your trepidation and pang Should you dare take the leap of faith Or unsheathe your blade   For some it is uncharted and unkind While others find it monotonous Lying politely ahead of you It stands there to be trampled Read more…