Truthseeker

Truth dear heart is absolute, not subjective. It does not come in shades of grey...changeable like stage costumes. It is seldom choreographed, never rehearsed....it does not fear exposure. Viewing truth from different angles does not change its composition . Its solid, not vapor. It stands alone sure footed not needing to survive afloat on the … Continue reading Truthseeker

Just a girl…

Blonde locks give way to wiry greys. Shadows under my eyes. My face creased with memories of having lived. My necklines are higher these days and my hems lower. I can't remember the last time I braved anything shorter than Knee length. Stretch marks score the places that strained and gave way to hold and … Continue reading Just a girl…