By Amy Frank
Fear is here to help me,
I cannot cast it away.
Fear also has a purpose.
Fear is here to stay.
Sadness is here to release me.
Tears fall just like the rain.
They burst in storms with thunder —
Dissolving pieces of my pain.
Love is what I’m made of.
It’s who I am beyond this form.
One day I will return home,
But for now I endure the storm.
I am not a prize to be won. I am an Empire to be built— To be invested in, protected, cherished, and maintained. So when the millennia pass, and our bodies have long since turned to ash; They will sti
Some people aren’t meant for us. Sometimes they belong to someone else. Sometimes they’re just not interested. Sometimes the ice in their heart stops them from stoking the fires of love. Sometimes the
