THE DARK ROOM

The dark room smelled like muddy, rusty iron.  It was hot in the room despite how cold the darkness made her feel inside.  Her space had a small room with a working toilet and a simple shower stall.  At first the dripping shower head was annoying but over time she began humming to its rhythm. …

THE STRUGGLE WITHIN – PART THREE

It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom.  I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time.  On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing.  In…

HOLDING ONTO LIGHT

Inspired by a loved one but dedicated to all of those people in the world who don’t give up.  I know depression is a cycle, it is hard to be around, to witness, to be sucked into.  Many times watching someone go through depression makes you exhausted and leaves you feeling helpless.  But words do…

OUT OF CURIOUSITY

I am really posting this because I am curious.  I have been writing a story I have in my head.  I am not a writer and I don’t really know the first thing about doing it correctly.  I would love to know what you think about this small piece.  It happens to be the last…