The Space Between
A Mark of Becoming The first tattoo I ever chose was not loud, not bold, not meant to be seen by everyone. It rests in [Read More…]
Tag: Free Like a Bird
Free Like a Bird
Once, I wore a wedding ringLike a shackle bound with golden string.Smiles hid the silent cries,Love was just a clever disguise. He painted me with [Read More…]
