When will I find myself? After the pain?
I hope for better days, after the pain.
Grieving in darkness, I seek out your hand,
A warm embrace in bed, after the pain.
When your hand struck a shadow on my face
My heart was drenched in ice, after the pain.
Blue light in the distance (perhaps partners
red). I dream of you still, after the pain.
Who am I now, in light of all these things?
What you made me, and more. After the pain.
About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
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