A Writer’s Dream

The window lightly reflected my image as the sun sparkled through the glass. I stared at myself in confusion and wonderment. Wondering where life would take me. Trying to reconfigure my idea of what life was supposed to look like. What I wanted to be, what I wished life could be, and separating fantasy from…

Carry Me When I’m Broken

I looked up at the sun sprinkling its gaze upon the forest floor. My eyes started to blur with tears as the pain became too much. My steps pitter pattered to a slow pace as I could barely walk. My muscles were giving up on me. As much as I wanted to take in all…

Feeling Twenty-Two

The mountains seemed to sing with me as I drove on the open road. The curve of the highway danced between the hills and the bend of the river. Still in recovery, I set out to breathe new life as the promise of spring had come. I watched as the sun breathed fresh air into the bloom…