Shattered glass A million pieces Slowly falling to the floor Each piece a part of me. The worst times I've ever known. Every person I've ever met. F [more]
The mother of my son Her hand upon my shoulder, Crying tears of joy... As our child comes into the world. Eyes bright with Love, She puts him in my arms. Her hand on his cheek, M [more]
How many times have I heard the word "choose" in this sense? That I CHOSE not to Parent a child of my womb. That I CHOSE not to Love a piece of my Soul. That I CHOSE not to hear [more]