Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…
Guest Poetess & Wild Wanderess, Gwenivere Weiss shares a passionate poem hot of her poetic presses.
You stood before me, held my hands in yours truly. You spoke with an unwavering faith in WE...
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
To those who dare to wander and find, your truth to no longer feel hopelessly blind.
I feel my heart bleed, and contract indeed, my body cries for my soul to keep, and before I lay me down to weep, and crawl, yet again, beneath my sheets, to simply fall fast asleep, never to wake again, but be left to finally rest in peace, I kneel down upon my knees, not … Continue reading Need to Know-A Letter from Depression
She feels between-the-lines, of what others do not express. She reads between-the-wines, for what goes unexpressed. She's a feeler of the world, filled with the wealth of inner success.