I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
An occasional flash - lightening rod memories With a touch of blue/red blood dipping From my sleeve to the wood planked floorA reminder that this girl is not immune to heartache Flowers fill the spaces with the scent of lavender and lily of the valley Sprinkled throughout my hair with a crown of baby's breathAs …
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
If I say words soft and gentle, harsh or vulgar, hold my child close to my breast or have none by choice; if I walk in high heels or barefoot, juggling life and love, work; either way it is all perception depending on which way you hold the prism rainbow glare magnifying all that is …
You look at me with wide eyes and wonder I tell you - you cant judge a book by its cover And I'm asking you to take a moment Take a quiet moment and think it through ...I never said I walked on water but I can feel the magic in the air and I …