I’m terrified of that breaking, if I’m being quite honest.
Why did you have to go, my dearest father?
I can’t help but reflect on how I’ve gotten here.
This is for the girls who had their hearts smashed, stabbed, stitched up and stomped on.
Divorce is truly like death.
My heart would race, so fast and so hard, that I thought I was dying.
There is a darkness in me, that so very few see.
My heart wants to fly to you.
But these feet are grounded, rooted to the earth.