Hard bites Jaw clinched Arms crossed Rigid posture Heaviness looming Pasted on smile Her body Her eyes They tell the story she isn’t speaking Air is filled with tension He is oblivious That’s how you know Not a perfect match How do I see A stranger Reading her body Her silence Her movements She must … Continue reading Anger Displayed Poetically – Taylor Grace
I know why the caged bird sings The beauty The horror Written in his melody Fragments of what he’s seen Secrets Betrayals A little bit of everything Woven in the tone Crafted of wings Perched above misery He sings Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a lost woman that still hasn’t bothered to … Continue reading I know why the caged bird sings – Taylor Grace
Taken Immersed A blessing A curse Overlooked Underpaid Still searching The road has been paved Co-existence Equality I'll be here waiting Looking up from my knees Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a lost woman that still hasn’t bothered to brush her hair. My journey is full of life’s whimsical tales, love, laughter, … Continue reading Against Our Will – Taylor Grace
In the shadows Forgotten peace Silence, the thief My soul to keep Buried shame Selfish needs Lost time Safety Comfort What I seek Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a lost woman that still hasn’t bothered to brush her hair. My journey is full of life’s whimsical tales, love, laughter, heartache, trauma, passion, … Continue reading My Soul to Keep – Taylor Grace
Illusion of sanity Dredging up feelings Down a dark hall Reluctantly treading Reliving suppressed memories Void of empathy Desperate screams Darkness strangles me Reflection of horror Visual tragedy Dissociative revelation Feeling the intensity Buried by unforgiving clarity Guided by relentless strength Pursuit of unity within me Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a … Continue reading Finding Me – Taylor Grace
Tingling Just underneath Growing Intensity Sharp objects Digging in Serrated vulnerability Your words Slicing me Isolating clarity Reflections of grief Wounds picked clean Disguised as healing Some days a domestic goddess, and other days a lost woman that still hasn’t bothered to brush her hair. My journey is full of life’s whimsical tales, love, laughter, … Continue reading Sharp Objects – Taylor Grace
Brave & Reckless 