Fledging

Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging

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…