Oh the years I lived with self-doubt without a chance to sit it out it would just follow me about stopping my voice-sealing my shout Until I became bored with it and began to battle right back doubt fled my oncoming attack... Continue Reading →
I want to change my name I want to be called 'cherished' I want to be called 'worthy' the old, bad names that bathed me in acid and fire sometimes call out to me in my night terrors sometimes they... Continue Reading →
This journey of self-discovery isn't all it's cracked up to be Though my mind finds precious gems of me my heart speaks a different language entirely It speaks rubbish, as far as I can glean, so I move to my... Continue Reading →
"You might see me a certain way, but it's how I see myself that counts." ©Vivian Zems (#American sentence- 17 syllables across)
According to Greek Mythology, Narcissus was the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope . His fame is centred around this one story (summarised): Narcissus was once walking by a lake or river and decided to drink some water;... Continue Reading →
