Breaking
She’s been called a desert flower.
Blooming even in the harshest environments.
She’s been called a heart breaker, manipulator, leaving shattered lives in her wake.
Withering the innocent, even in the safest surroundings.
She’s been told she is magic.
Leaving traces of her love, soft petals of hope, tender whispers.
She’s been told she is broken.
Leaving pieces of her behind, sharp edges of disaster, cruel murmurs.
She tells herself that she is all that she needs to be, nothing more, and nothing less.
Blooming, withering, breaking, loving, living.
Sarah Fragoso
toomanybuttons says
August 23, 2016 at 6:06 amHi Sarah,
I like this new format. You are a very talented writer! I feel like you are speaking directly to me. Please keep being an inspiration to all of us that are struggling.
Sarah Fragoso says
August 23, 2016 at 7:39 amThank you so much! I feel super vulnerable sharing some of this but it also just seems right. Glad it feels like I”m speaking directly to you, that was the whole point of this new format – I wanted people to feel like they could – well – feel me more.