How could it be any better?

Taught that love’s just stormy weather,

Where tears fall like rain,

And joy comes with pain,

A cycle I ponder, why bother to tether?

That's what my mother conveyed,

Love, a complex masquerade,

Demands like waves, relentless and steep,

In its maze, lost and found, we weep,

A journey of shadows, where bright hues fade,

Where we don masks, and different parts are played.

...

It’s become normal, not being normal. I stopped waiting for the lantern a long time ago. Most get it by the time they’re eighteen, some late bloomers not till nearly twenty two, then there are those who get nervous, but it always comes by twenty five; but never for me.

I turned thirty this year. It no longer bothers me when people stare. I know who I am, I don’t need the lantern to prove it to a...

People have always thought I was strong, brave, and smart. They see my accomplishments, my good deeds and think it all comes with such ease.

In the classroom I am confident. I tell stories of the world and cant hold back my smile when I see my students eyes light up. They cant see how dead i am behind mine.

At home I am cool and collected. I hear my childs worries and fears. I guide them with g...

i woke up today

without you beside me

i laid in bed for hours

another day just I and not we

i pulled my bear tight

and tried to stay warm

i glance out the window

of course it’s a storm

i want to get up

take a walk, get off my phone

but it’s hard to just function

here all on my own

when I finally get up

i think I should drink some water

but it’s hard to ever care

it’s hard to even shower

so I...