I am the voice thought never to speak. I am the strength mistaken for weak. I am secrets brought forth to light. I am the day awakened from night.
Tag / survivor
She was so young, three or four, when a little girl in her neighborhood went missing. She remembered groups of her neighbors walking down the street calling out to the lost child. Men dressed in bright vests scoured backyards and ditches. There was an air of urgency in their searching. She wondered why […]