I’m Still Broken, But I’m Done Hiding.
I was broken, and pretending I was not. He was doing just the same. Together we were a train-wreck, hiding our pain in alcohol, clinging to each other.
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Bruised but Not Broken: My Journey of Healing Through Pole Dancing.
My pole dancing journey was never smooth sailing. It took some falls, some deep falls, some so deep they seemed bottomless and hopeless.
Getting Our Story Straight and Building Something Real.
Is this story real or something you made up to protect you from feeling his pain, and seeing a part of yourself you don’t want to see?
Surviving the Void: A Tribute to the Healing of the Womb.
I now realize that, while I may not be able to bring forth life in physical form from my womb, I can bring forth life in other ways equally as beautiful.
There’s a Little Zipper Under Your Chin. {poetry}
Let me pull that zipper down
Let me unzip your skin
Let me unzip mine too and you can step in
Let’s spend the day in each other’s skin tones
Think You’re Ready for a Conscious Man? Know This: It Will Require Your All.
A man will be conscious and present to the same degree that you are actively radiating your love and allowing life force itself to roll through your being.
Do Not Presume to Know Me.
Rationality is the opium of the people. Thank you for teaching me this lesson. More and more, I know how to stay true to myself.
How Much Pain Can We Hold? {poetry}
Equinox is coming, a time of equal light and dark. This season, we hold the opposites. Those who did not show up and love me, and those who did.
Goodbye, Kayla, My Light Wrapped in Fur.
I forgot to pick you up and hold you and tell you how much I loved you and how much joy you had brought me in our time together.
The Story of My Tears.
Sometimes these tears hold the disappointment in the knowledge that you and I seem to want two completely different things when it comes to love.