Choices

    Poetry/Prose: For What (Is) It’s Worth.

    Playing small, betraying oneself. And for what? Impressions of security, of doing this and saying that, chalking one milestone up against the other. Expectation checklist covered. All the while ignoring, nay, dreading those beseeching eyes. The ones that bore deep through the vestiges of the soul, demanding, nay, begging for an answer: “For what shall …

        Guest Post: Choices by Flossy Azu

        Photo Source Standing in front of the mirror I had an internal war over which skirt to put on for the event. After lives were lost and blood was spilt over this turmoil; I put on a pair of jeans and called it a day. Walking out the door I couldn’t shake the feeling of …