Some Questions

What frightens you, when you lie awake at night unable to sleep watching the shadows as they creep closer to your bed?   What keeps you awake when worried thoughts curl and weave their way through your mind ruffling feathers and flying blind?   What stops you from falling back to peaceful sleep when the…

Unashamed.

I was ashamed. When they plucked at my hair and told me To sit on their lap I knew Something was not right. I was shamed. Was I too pretty, Was I too bright? I always thought “average”. Was the word That fit me right. But I was ashamed And I ran away. I did…