With days planned before me. Woven into my soul;. My name written in a book. Knit together in the soft silence. I rise on wings of dawn. Settle on the far side. My heart and anxious thoughts. That i am not alone. Light becomes dark around me. Darkness is not dark,. And death will be timely. Posted in songs of bee poetry.

Have I changed the World yet? Blogging is so intimidating, raw, but most of all its FREEING. I was very worried about writing about the topic I picked. I was afraid it would stir up feelings that I did not want stirred up. But, oddly it was therapeutic in a sense. I have never been so open about my experience with domestic violence. I have learned so much about social media over the semester. More than I thought there was to know.