Confidence escapes me every time for I am as Insecure as a church mouse If you asked me to look in the mirror What do I see? Nine circles of hell like Dante’s Inferno Reflected in my dead eyes Abandoned all hope, you loser As rejection runs on a loop in my mind What could... Continue Reading →
Hope
Hope springs eternal, they say Hope has always been a fickle thing A ghost Disappearing into space Words have meaning There is power in the tongue How did I not realise that? How did I not see that my actions have consequences? How did I not see that love and hate and obligation are not... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 