Braided River
Art

Braided River

Dear Me, We have made…

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Wishing Well
DearAvie

Wishing Well

Dear Avie, Thank you for…

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Washing Away
Art

Washing Away

Dear Me, Water cleanses. Washing…

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Becoming
DearAvie

Becoming

Dear Me, What do you…

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Ten Years
DearAvie

Ten Years

Dear Me, You were twenty…

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When We Touch
DearAvie

When We Touch

Dear Future Lover, I feel…

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Fighting Not To Forget

Dear God, I laid in bed this morning. Pretending Avie was there with me. All snuggled up. Those mornings spent with her were the best. She made me feel divine. Alive. Super Mom like. Now I can’t feel anything. Time came and went too quickly. Fighting not to forget. Avie. I know you can feel my pain from all the way up there. Save me. Xoxo- Me

Anxiety

Dear God, There’s too much going on around me. I’m unable to settle down. Fight or flight. Anxiety. Underneath my skin. Tearing me up inside. Consuming. Controlling. Drowning. Don’t let it take over me. Free me. Lessen my pain. Help me. Take away my fear. Cure me. Don’t let it control me. Xoxo- Me

Time Doesn’t Wait

Dear Me, Time can’t direct you by the hand. It’s too fast for you. Forming scars that you will never lose. Release yourself from captivity. Let the light shine through. Don’t reside amongst the dust. You have choices to make. It’s hard guessing between what is real and what is fake. The choices you make will determine your life. Time doesn’t wait for you. You have the strength. I believe in you. Xoxo- Me

Forgive Me

Dear Me, The dark days aren’t over. You’re caught in a trap. Waiting for the darkness to subside. You need the light. Rip off the veil. Uncover your mind. You have so much to give. So little time. Keep living. You owe it to me. One day there will be no grieving. The sun will rise. Your soul will be free. Forgive me. Xoxo- Me

Silent Weeping

Dear Me, A vision forever sticking. You’ve held death in your arms. Silent weeping. The trauma. Pain. Always inside of your mind. Lurking in the dark. Creeping up from behind. Hitting you like a bullet train. You feel like running. Don’t do that. There’s no turning back. Wait. The dark days will be over. Pray. You will be shown the way. Xoxo –Me

Impact of Death

Dear Me, The blade is trying to reach your soul. Ripping apart your heart. The impact of death. Consuming you. Death affects you. The intense pain. Take away the veil that covers your mind. Look deeper within yourself. Open up your heart. I know it’s a vulnerable part. Your heart controls everything. Without it you wouldn’t be breathing. Your heart will keep beating. Faith will take away the pain. Xoxo- Me