I've been through a dark period of my life. I've found that I've always been the light, I just had to flicker on. I'm noticing that the situation I'm in is not my future. I'm much more than living room floors and duvets. I'm much more than anger and emptiness, emotionless.
I'm endless bedroom sheets, windowsills looking out to a world that was given to me. I'm kindness where evil lies, love where death is. I'm silk nighties and warm hugs. Candles lit in the darkness of a bedroom. The sun that shines even in the winter. Something quite rare, but appreciated. The finest of brown liquor.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
