Evaluation of leadership in the field

Does evidence show the contrary of fear?

Then stand aside.

Janna gave me tommy Bahama suggestion
And I used her coat
To make the winter clear
I wish you were here

Till the seas travell near
In a worrisome beard
How I wish you were here

The best learning is when the industry girl bumps through her silver screen and brings it home to you.

Love you P.J

Working for Jenna gives me a change
Break me down?

The ethic
The single ethic in journalism
As objective is given
Where is the corruption?

It was my curiosity that drew me to this, mother.
I didn’t know you disagreed.
It never occurred to me there was a risk, mother.
I didn’t know you’d seethe.

We’re moving again? Where to now, mother?
That violent place you always return to?
Can you explain to me how, mother—
How you’re blind to what you put us through?

You were taken away again, mother.
Is this who you are?
You left your cubs in the den, mother.
Why must you always go so far?

You’re curious too—I can see it, mother.
I saw you with your lady friend.
You made it look quite freeing...
But then I saw you with Dad’s friend.

You pushed me away, choosing a side, mother.
You know that was the wrong call.
There’s nowhere left to hide, mother.
You need to face it all.

You were more broken than me, mother—
But you never said a word.
You finally let me see, mother.
You hid your abusive world.

I’m glad we cleared the air, mother.
I feel the bad memories can rest.
Neither of our lives were fair, mother.
Let’s cherish the time we had left.

You left me again—for the last time, mother.
It wasn’t your fault; you trusted his word.
We missed our chance to make up lost time, mother.
We missed the goodbye... you’ve left this world.

not because they're wilting,
but because i am.
and the quiet
it listens better than people do.

the tap creaks,
the light hums.
a kind of lullaby for the ones
who never learned how to rest.

a cracked mug stares from the sink,
still holding the ghost of yesterday's tea.
i let it be.
not everything broken needs fixing.

outside,
the world is asleep.
inside,
i am learning that survival can look like
clean counters,
wet soil,
and breathing softer.

i am not healed.
but i am here.
and sometimes,
that's enough to make something
bloom.