Throe Thoughts

It happened everyday for months that I had to wake up and fight the demons I grew up with, like it’s a prosaic thing. I was young and oblivious, they didn’t matter. I aged, they did too and have gotten worse. Life created them. Distress did. I would say grief but I despise being so emotional in a blog. Ha, how ironic is that. I am vulnerable yet stoical. I’m used to letting people have the trust even I couldn’t even give myself. Then they toss it away, like leaving kites tangled up on a high tree, completely forgotten. I … Continue reading Throe Thoughts