Writing
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How cruel to lose in just one nightWhat felt so safe, so sure,To wake and find what held me closesimply doesn’t exist anymore. And crueler still to watch you goAs though it cost so little,To see you step so easilyBeyond what broke me brittle. I keep replaying every word,Each moment, every touch,And break beneath the…
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I do not fear my darkness. I respect it. I have not conquered it, nor do I believe that is possible. I have accepted it as part of myself that was once necessary. A part forged through survival. A part born from fear, pain, violence, and protection. Pretending it does not exist would be dishonest.…
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This morning I had a dream and I woke up crying. Even as I write this, I can’t stop them from flowing. I can’t believe how much time has passed, how much I’ve changed, and how much I miss my old battles. I don’t miss the youth, but the friends—the family I made along the…
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Twelve years ago today, my life changed forever. My oldest son, Milo, was born. Over the years, I’ve watched him grow, nurtured him, disciplined him, played with him, protected him, taught him, and done my best to earn the title of Dad—a title that has brought me the greatest joy and fulfillment of my life. Every…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 