It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
A Path to Follow
Fire and Wilderness
Acres of Forests
Above and Below
Musical Escape
End
Handprint Memories
Looking back at handprints captured in concrete, name and date marking each passing year, a reminder of simpler times, of innocence lost and knowledge gained, when the world held such mystery and her eyes were full of wonder Breath_words© 8/2015
Chasing Innocence
She drifts through crowded sidewalks chasing innocence as it hovers, creating the illusion of magic and giving her hope that everything will look better through a different type of lens Breath_words© 8/2015 *photo via Google images