Beach Umbrella Or Lost Love?

You were my shelter.

You promised to care for me

When I grounded you

Whose Lives REALLY MATTER?

“The girl with the brown skin. . .”

That’s how I described my third-grade best friend to my mom – before I knew about racism, before I knew about slavery.  To me it was as simple as describing someone’s hair color.  I loved my best friend, and I didn’t see her any different from myself.  We played together every day at recess, and I even shared with her the secret of my crush from second grade.

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Beach Vacay (With Pics)

I love coming to the beach.  I’ve come at least once a year for the entirety of my being.  It’s so relaxing to sit in the sun and let the salty breeze envelope you with the taste of the ocean.

Moonlight

Moonlight.

Perceived as light, but truly you are a reflection.

Having an effect on my life,

Radiantly coercing the trees to shimmer.

Unashamed

How deep is too deep?

I can’t help but wonder as I get lost into thought.  I’m still focusing on mental health this week and having revelation after revelation about myself.

Broken Shells

Little pieces; each telling a story.

Like our hearts, they are thrown about

Crystal Heart

The sun shone on my crystal heart,

Creating a luminous glow.

Unwanted Dove

Worthless words

And Shattered tears.

A heart meant to wait

For a thousand more years.

A Poem A Day

Hello!

I just added a new tab where I will be posting A Poem A Day!  Just something extra for those who are interested.  More to come soon!

-Janna