she was the sunshine breaking through the darkness of night
she was the eye of the storm, calm with a way raging around her
she was stronger than anyone could imagine possible
she was not a perfect person, but she was perfect for him
Poetry by Sunshine
I do not own the photo, all credit goes to original owner.
Artist: unknown
Photo Art not my own. All credit goes to original artist; unknown.
if you miss me
look at the moon and know that the face you see in it is my reflection staring into the sky
if you miss me
look at the moon and know that the light it shines is how much brighter my life is with you in it
if you miss me
look at the moon and remember all the memories we had under it
This abrupt feeling of hatred and hurt that grows like a beast inside my belly and suffocates like mold on my heart… where is it coming from
Why do I feel the clasp of suppressed emotion around my soul, as though one is in distress and clenched his fist around me
How does this sudden change inside of me grow to become my personality
What is that horrible stimulant that makes me feel oppressed and dark
For years I have been fighting this battle with myself.. this battle of having a third hand Continue reading suppressed emotion
11/12/2018
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
The Overflowing Journal 