This stress and fear and anxiety. I am wrought with tears and pleas one day, promises and plans the next. My skin erupts and sleep escapes me. I am like a sinewy tree-bending in heavy wind and rain, almost cracking, but somehow staying rooted through yet another onslaught. But, eventually, a relentless storm will leave some sort of damage.
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Shining Light into Darkness: From Trauma to Healing
PoetryAn anthology of prose, covering the gamut of life experiences from heavy and difficult, to introspective, angry, light, and finally healed.
