Dancing with the darkness

Lost in the dark shadows I cannot see. Stumbling, trembling, the self preservation has extinguished. My soul was murder, my dignity robbed as the morning mist rose. Hades is whispering my name from below. Sentenced to public examination and humiliation my soul faced a brutal death. The intensity of living turned me into stone, I

Teen pregnancy and homeless

Today I celebrate my eldest sons birthday, he is 25 years old. I thought the day would feel joyous but instead I reflected and cried. My tears are for all my struggles and adversity that I have faced. It was 25 years ago that I was made homeless, kicked out of the family home for