Wellness With Her Club

At the moment, I’m writing in the dark. In a space I barely consider safe but in this game called life, you have to play away matches too. To say much has changed would be an understatement because in not being able to check in, I was able to check out more of the world and get to know more of its generously shared secrets. It’s been a journey of more than I had ever dreamed of.

The lessons learnt embody themes that have taught me a lot more about the responsibilities I carry to my being than the rights. Agonizing shifts to the mind of the teenager that unknowingly lay broken in the dust filled walls of a room her mind would rather forget. She carries a blankness to her expression that she fears her soul to express and yet, it lays vividly exploring her soul’s depths and volunteering a secret known to the public but not to her.

'Here I am, once again
Feeling lost but now and then
I breathe it in to let it go'

There’s a conversation I had with my self recently. About how the baby gets so much attention and yet we don’t seem to pay them no mind when they transition. When their cries, not as seemingly loud continue, or if anything, get louder. They watch as imposition and not free willed adoption corrupt a system created with “good intentions.”

It’s all good.