if now is the time to stand up and be counted i am here, ready for the reckoning i am me one. i am one i am my own i am neither yours nor hers nor his for the taking i am not your puppet or your plaything or yours i am my own i … Continue reading the reckoning
Why do I do this? Why do I write and keep writing? Why do I sit here each day and pour my heart out onto a page that seems to know me better, to get me more than the people I have spent a lifetime hiding from? Why do I put my heart into a string of … Continue reading Why do I do this? Why do I write and keep writing?