The night we were assaulted I wept into your arms
And embraced my strength
The heaving of a thousand oxen
I was truly afraid
Shattered glass and blood-soaked concrete paved the way to my discovery
I am not afflicted with disease or burden
These thoughts are a blessing and a gift
A tenet of growth
You are the blood in my veins
I love you and I am sorry
The thought of losing you terrifies me
That Which Is Safe
That Which Is Safe
Miasma
We Build Our Castles In the Air
We Build Our Castles In the Air
But a Sound
But a Sound
Impulses
Understanding Healing
Understanding Healing
A Thousand Words
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
Wounded
All The Things I Was Too Scared To Say
One Day We Will No Longer Hurt
Insurmountable
If You Are Reading This
If You Are Reading This
I Am Unafraid