The Life Of A Fallin Rose
So much to say, I don't know where to start.
My son is well, sweet and kind...with a trail of girls following from behind.
No longer is my life falling apart, I'm nearly back where I start. The Trauma and the drama have come to an end, finally, I'm on the mend.
PTSD and Anxiety are the prices I paid for surviving the ride, most don't know because of pride.
The only things that changed are really not that strange. I've aged & grown wiser.
I took down the most graphic of my poems but they'll be back now that I no longer feel under attack.
I'm not who I want to be and yet way better than I used to be.
About The Author:
I belong to a happy family, we are in a really good place and have an honest relationship.
I'm far from the women in red but I'm not the girl next door either . I'm blessed and usually stressed.
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