Lonely (Page 2)

A still life photo of a medieval sword and hauberk. A steel sword, with leather-wrapped handle lies atop a piece of chainmail armor. A red reflection in the blade and hilt of the well-worn sword appears as though it was bloodied in battle before being laid down.

I am (a poem)

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

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A lone white and yellow frangipani flower on a cement floor.

Shame, shame, know your name (article)

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

(333 words)

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A white, painted brick wall, with handprints, smears, and splatters of red across it.

Bleeding Out (a poem)

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

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A pink, stuffed bunny, with one ear bent backward at the halfway point, and a brown teddy bear, with a red ribbon around its neck, sit side by side on a wet road in pouring rain. The bear's arm is around the bunny's back, and its head is tilted toward the bunny, as if showing compassion and care.

never (a poem)

there are days, seasons
when i am by myself
lost and overwhelmed

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