I Breathe In, Until I Breathe You Out.
I wonder if the death of 'us' will kill me. But I breathe in, and I put myself together as best as I can to show the world that your words don’t faze me.
Browsing Tag:
Natalie Sophia
I Want to Be Free from This Prison.
My rib cage feels like iron bars representing a prison cell, my heartbeat like the sound of the death march as I await my time on death row.
Shamana: Liberating Herself from the Illusion of Rejection.
"Who am I?" she asked herself. In the faintest of breezes, she heard the whisper, “Shamana, warrior spirit.” And she no longer wondered if you’d be back.
Our Love Is like the Ocean.
And so it is with this ocean, this love, this spirit. It pulls us in and draws us out, and in doing so, cleanses our egos.
Flailing in the Shallows: Outsmarted by the Deep.
She remembered when there was a time where she would be thrashing and flailing about in the shallow end because she felt she was in too deep.
Silence. {poetry}
And those are the times when I wish I could just inconspicuously fade to black. If for nothing else than to just sit in darkness and quietude... silence.
The Face of Abandonment. {poetry}
Abandonment has a new name
She’s called Self-Love and Loyalty
She’s called Self-Soothing and Self-Contained
She’s called Beautiful and Worthy
I Want You to Tell Me You Love Me, but Not with Three Words. {poetry}
I want you to tell me you love me, not with three words,
But in the way you 'hear' me
The way you speak to me
The way you think about me.
Disrobing Our Layered Life Costumes: Let’s Share the Parts That House Our Secrets.
Come to me in humility as I come to you. Let us remember that our skin merely represents the outer layer of the costumes we have chosen for this life.
Do You Know Your Own Darkness?
The darkness has shown me where the most opportunities exist for growth, and in that blackness I have seen the light of so many potentialities.