Freed up like butterflies
Before the ache of dawn
I feel the burning desire
To quelch the pain
Then and only then
Do I realize
It’s in the pain that I know I am free
With that, I fly
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Freed up like butterflies
Before the ache of dawn
I feel the burning desire
To quelch the pain
Then and only then
Do I realize
It’s in the pain that I know I am free
With that, I fly
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Carpe Diem
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Bake Up Something Sweet
Your trusty Englit guide
My journey to places, people, and ideas
Author, Artist, Outdoor Adventure Mom, Presenter
Tales from a chick with chronic illness and pain
Poetry - Non-Fiction - Personal Essays - Memoirs
The Life & Ramblings Of A Zillennial
an online journal of short writing
Philosopher and Political Scientist| Master of Arts
Poetry, geopolitics, environment
my humanity in written form
... Said & Unsaid ...
This is the stuff this fat old lady thinks about
Writing, Scrapbooking, Podcasting My Family History
prolificpulse.blog 