When you look in my eyes,. For behind them I am horrified. And fingers wringing as voices say. There are footprints in the snow. That lead to my home.

What you think, will become, once you believe it. The same street our children go to school on. Our government is so far in debt, it will probably never in our life time see a positive. Same sex marriage has become a new legal fad . Prisons and jails everywhere are over-crowded. We have multiple religions worshipping the same God? Now my dear readers, step inside my office, clear your mind.

A collection of personal poetry. Whoever You Are, Something About Strangers and Kindness. I Could Not Stop For Death. When I Took a Russian History Class. Follow Meecha Vatwe on WordPress. Whoever You Are, Something About Strangers and Kindness.

I have been trying to. The sun rises, coquis. Singing in the night air,. The years that have gone by. Birthdays, nursery rhymes,. To write poetry about love. What would Africa be, had we not been chained and colonized? January 19, 2016.

My name is Briana and I am an addict. I am addicted to being in pain, struggling with an eating disorder, anxiety, depression, and so much more. This is my attempt at breaking free. Commitment to getting into being in recovery. This is what it all comes down to. I have got to make that leap of faith over the line into recovery and just go all in. The above run-on sentence is a sy.

Maybe not on a personal level, but I can make up stories about who they are based on what I see.

Where it felt more at home. But i dont know the last time ive written.