It's what they call people
Whose brains won't leave them alone
Whose thoughts keep them up in the night
Whose heart lies in eternal angst
manic.
It's what they call me
Because I like blood
And I want to wear it like war paint under my eyes
Because I want things
Not beauty or submission
But power and swords and strength
And I am a woman.
They call me that
Because there is a fire burning in my soul
And it is not quiet or shy
But roaring crackles licking the sky.
They want me to apologize
To bow my head
And take my place in the shadows
But I'd rather be called
MANIC.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
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