To The One Who Didn’t Kill Herself,

Tilting my chin, gazing into the mirrored reflection

Gentle stillness takes seat in my core

Truth whispers in a familiar tone

The girl gazing back at me

She is my conscious creation

Like a skyscraper in the night

Her essence built by each stone I set

The storms had tried to knock her down

Yet she…read more

Dear Survivors,
Silence can be a slow death. At least it was for me. As a young girl, I was told to keep our secret because he was the only one that loved me and who would care for me. I knew that what was happening to me when I was alone with him was not normal. Even at four and five years old, I was very aware that his actions toward me were not…read more