Most of the time I’m scared, lost…even in my own skin. There’s an untamed hurt…deep inside one, I can’t seem to place.
There are people all around me, I suffocate in their company, and it’s not because I don’t care, I do…I care so much.
I know there’s something wrong, but what that “something” is, I cannot tell. It has no name, I simply catch glimpses of it, while it plays hide and seek, in the dustiest corners of my soul.
I feel the presence, I even pretend it’s not real. But I never quite escape it, it’s always there, lurking…playing its game, waiting for the check mate moment of destruction.
What if I can’t fix it? What if… What if… What if… I have no answers.
When the silence starts to scream, when the pain starts to demand, I search for a crowd, one that can distract the deafening silence.
The “something” gives me moments of peace where I feel almost sound, it lets my fears lay back down, if only for awhile. Then comes back without warning, crippling me with memories that can’t be unseen.
I can’t control my mind, I yearn for actual silence. I pray… I cry… I beg… I scream… Then I walk outside, into the world and SMILE.
Taking on the universe to avoid the brokenness that lives inside.
Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams.
I have completed a "Write a Novel" course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016.
My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher.
I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart.
Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.