When Your Life Is Dislocated

I’ve never suffered from a dislocated limb gruesomely detached from my body. That actually sounds very painful. Let me tell you what I have suffered – a dislocated life. You know? A life torn, ripped from structure, knowing, predictability, and routine. I didn’t realize how much I liked and needed those…

She Is A Wonder

Doing a bit of poetry with #shejournals because sometimes when you excavate faith, you unearth tiny poem treasures. She is a wonder. She is an anomaly of hope. Edges frayed, dyed with Blood-stained faith. She is a woman who Rises from the ashes. "No" is not an answer That deters…

Moving Forward

I wonder sometimes if in our pursuit to be ourselves, we overstep the boundaries of rest. I wonder if the constant moving forward compromises renewal. Does it alter our perspective or give us a sense of progress? What if progress meant standing still? I wonder if we, I, could weather…
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