This is a dream I had about me being a lost soul wandering the earth in tears and confusion,in hope to find my one true love.

A poem reflecting back on abuse.

I saw a defined cloud in the shape of a dove and felt a warm tingling of peace washing over me.

A cute quip about love and those “hypothetical” people that always seem to stand in your way.

Laugh my way to the thought of tea and cruppets.

A love romance can be so perfect that it could not have been planned better.

Letter to anyone who will listen.

And isn’t it lovely?

Anyone can be a hero, even if you are a trash can.

Who I want to be.