Finding my heart and mind through a pen, or often times, tapping away erratic feelings in the notepad on my phone in a whirlwind of thoughts.
This poetry and prose is produced by heartache while my healing is conjured by strength and self-discovery.
Writing has helped me to release my doubts, fears, downfalls...express my heartache and pain through a widening scope of slowly letting go, the words rolling from the tip of my mind onto paper in some chaotically-organized form.
Some scraps are lost with the wind, while the rest are lessons I will bottle up and keep in the bottom of my heart for all of my time here on earth.
✒✒✒
AUTHORS NOTE: This may be a little messy- aren't all of our minds?
*Would love to hear any comments, suggestions, constructive critism. Don't be afraid to butcher me alive; it makes for a stronger writer to be able to use critiques as fuel for the fire 🔥