PTSD

I'm wanting parts of me back hiding from the rift I'm fragmented from fear trauma laced its wicked fingers around my neck the hidden parts of me don't know it's over but it is come back to me scared ones I've grown strong from repeated blows survived and learned how to grow I'm strong now... Continue Reading →

Past

    Recently, I found my sister. I was two when we were separated. She was eight. My mother gave her up for adoption. I never understood why. As a child I pondered on why I was kept instead of her, what could she have done that would make my mother do that? Would she... Continue Reading →

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