Please do not underestimate the fragile girl who has been broken. The grown woman inside has climbed the barbed wire, jagged and cut, bleeding deeply shrugging off the scars. She is woke and not immune to the swirling, selfish world around her. Simply living the beautiful and worst kind of misery humanity throws at her.
Chasing the Sun Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and wasted seconds A billion unknown faces The unfamiliar bizarre millennium Scrolling fast and furious Thunderstorms and lightening threaten Look up and out and dig deep Go ahead look all around I
To never forget the page. The page carries me when I cannot stand, crouched in fetal position on the bathroom floor. The page dreams the big dreams when I see nothing through misty eyes. The page promises hope when I have exhausted all roads and left dreaming behind. The page holds my hand and guides
Rain. “You and I are only human, overwrought with emotion. We will be forever duking it out with the sassy sun and silly moon to stop running with scissors, for just one breath. There is beautiful stillness under a gray, cover-clouded downpour where the rain washes away the old footprints leaving room for a blank
Image Jacqueline Cioffa © Chris Fanning Photography This Face If I only show you the photoshopped, concealed, makeup pretty me You’d never understand the underbelly The crunchy grit, rawness hidden beneath The really good stuff, the honest kind that matters This face is not the who, how, or where This face is not the who,