Poems from hisprincess13
They say, in the old days when warriors went forth to do a great deed, they would find a wise woman and ask her blessing. Sweet child,...
Anxiety is a dragon that slumbers beneath my skin, the heat from his breath pricking my neck Some days he is kind, and slithers down my...
There are certain stories
that I will always write
Bitter daughter and controlling mother
Abusive father and distant son
But this story is...
If I should die,
return my tumbling tongue to my father
along with my healer’s hands
Tell him, thank you for allowing me use of them
Tell...
I am off
on a journey of self discovery
My mirror serves as both
passport and ticket
Start in the north
Locks of hair stick together...