My crown of shame

I developed a habit of taking things that weren’t mine. Just to prove that I could. I found a sense of pride and accomplishment in having. In conquering. Not realising it was me who has given myself up. Sold my soul for a taste of victory. The victory that came with a crown of shame.…

I’m tired of small talks

Why are we so scared of depth? Of connection? Of opening up our souls and reaching into another’s? Why is it that when a group of us gather in a room, all we can manage to talk about is how to cook a chicken? I’m tired of small talks. I’m tired of talking about the…