Blood Memory


The blood it remembers.

In the gush of memories,

That are now expected,

That I cannot fathom,

The bird within my breast

Fluttering, insistantly

against my ribcage

If only I could free

The trembling bird

Without losing myself.



Ear parcel: Smith & Burrows ‘Wonderful Life’

Image courtesy of Naked In The Rain


Childhood experiences…

“If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself; get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer… you have to believe they were wrong…” Shane Koyczen

Live and love with a full heart and be better than those that taunted you in the past. You know you were always destined to be who you are becoming….