Learning: A Long Road Forward

Learning That was the beginning of what I call being completely dissassembled. What I thought of myself, how I reacted, how I related to people, how I stood up for myself, these things were about to be torn apart, almost to the point of me becoming completely helpless to defend myself from being preyed on…

Poem: The Storm in Ann

Crashing, loud, fiery, fighting against nothing. Fleeting moments of clarity, victory brilliance. Flares burning, flawlessly in the sky Chronic pain like a cigarette burning, Open the door, eyes looking in, An optimist with no hope, crowned the queen of underdogs. My skin, my saddle, my mind, my rider. What riddle must I solve to avoid…