Eda Marie
Bio
I am an avid reader and aspiring writer, most of what I write here is in the attempt to find my voice, mother of two, full-time teacher and caregiver, and have a passion for language and communication.
Stories (7/0)
Love is Change
I sat beneath a tree in the dark and the rain. Tears streaked my face but I could not tell them from the pouring rain. I felt as though I would break; as though my heart had been torn from my chest and lay bleeding and bruised upon the ground. I ached and each breath felt as though it tore through me. I had run here. Out the door into the night. Thunder and lightening dancing through the sky and the wind raging and ripping around me, crying out in anguish and rage.
By Eda Marie4 months ago in Confessions
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