Light, the kind that brings the faintest glimmer of hope, appeared suddenly through a darkened wood; like an oasis after travelling through the Sahara so parched with thirst threatening to take my life for good. Though death’s bony palm lazily gripped my arm, it was just rough enough for me to hear its confession; lecherously it whispered in my ear, that I would soon become its latest possession. Could it be that the answer I sought and then revered had finally arrived upon its noble steed as though a God? My eyes too weak from tears to see whether it was a blessing or if it was concealing a curse within its threadbare purse. Much too pained, with shallow breaths I take pathetic steps, afraid of acquiring evermore heartache as debt, which I forbade before embarking on this clueless quest. Was it true the skies had selected me this day to prize, unable to accept that my turn had come, just yet. Disbelief unshaken, for ...
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.