This is a poem by one of my favourites and also a friend I call my sister! I suggest you check her out.
I fight fires in my house. I have forgotten what it means to breathe. I fight amidst smoke-filled insecurities and choke my way through pain. Time passes and charred remains lay littered where vitality once birthed dreams. In this house, joy is a privilege. A priceless need drifting in and out of a dark sea […]