Birth of a Sacred Woman

Author Miss Parisia B. Sweet Girl,You have a million little worries hanging from your bosom.Your leaves are withering, and the moss is manifesting.Tan pronto.Stripped of heart. No longer swaying in the wind, still in the breeze and weak at the knees, ready to crack.Begging to bend and break just for a moment, only to forgetContinue reading “Birth of a Sacred Woman”