The Cycle Of Freedom. {poetry}
You lit a fire that raged through the river of our honesty.
You blew winds that crashed and trashed
Against the crippled creek I had allowed you to wade in.
Browsing Tag:
beg
The Void that Begged to be Filled with Vengeance.
My responsibility is to myself. When I am quiet long enough, my heart shows me what actions to take. My body follows suit. Tears spill, washing away the dirt you’ve poured over me.