Broken in a million pieces. Fissured and Frail. Brought back to life. A love once lost long-long ago. From the ashes, she rose. Beauty, but not as one has ever seen. This time, she gleams her fractured parts Sparkling. Living in...
Every tear led me here. -Mayda Murillo
Please see me. Not the thoughts in your head. Only seeing me through your twisted lens. I tried to tell you. Told you it was different. But you took my tears, refused my pain. Then told me I was the reason. For my lack of gain. Through a million daggers And searing...
Ten years of chains. Ten years of motherhood interrupted. Ten years of selfish chaos. Ten years of molding and folding and bending and breaking. Ten years of grip. Fears run ragged. Everything burnt to ashes. You are not here. I am free. Free to be the peace that was...
She was tired of running from herself tired of the constant push and pull to be everything to everybody but herself. She Craved freedom she never experienced and a life of peace. Peace with who she is. Peace with her body. Peace with her past. Freedom to be herself...
My superpower: taking ordinary moments, having them stand still, and describing them in words for others to taste. -Mayda Murillo