Upon the end of night's darkest hours A sleepy sun boldly climbed above eastern mountain towers To softly touch those angry angels of white floating overhead With fiery fingers painted different shades of red And while I silently slept ever so softly My mind drifted drowsily, fastly fading in and out of a rude reality When suddenly, upon the weary wings of a cold morning breeze Came the sweet sounds of a mournful melody that pierced the serene silence with wondrous ease Through heavy haze my [...]
Erin Michelle Smith
Personal life story including childhood trauma, DiD, recovery and everything in between.