In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
It’s is so dark in here. I cannot see a thing. That shadow…that ever-repressing shadow hovers over me making sure I cannot break free. Chained to him forever. That’s what he’d like me to believe.
Recently – whilst browsing Facebook – I came across this post for a Thundafund thingy. I clicked. I read. I reflected. What this post was saying resonated with me deeply.
Young girl, raise your voice You are to be seen We are to rejoice Because of your being You make this world brighter Your smile like the sun’s ray Born a fighter Entering each new day
He broke my heart. #menaretrash. He’s a deadbeat dad #menaretrash. He this. He that. Enough! Not all men are not trash.
This is something I should have done so so long ago. But life happens every now and then. I’d like to to introduce you to someone whom I think is worth mentioning. Not because we’re related…but rather because I think she has a voice and that voice should be heard loud and clear. She, like many of us, has had some ups and downs in life. Yet she is an amazing human masterpiece formed by the hands of the Master to bring light and love.