Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
RENEE STONEHealing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
RENEE STONETell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
RENEE STONEImagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
RENEE STONEReading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
RENEE STONEAnd so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
RENEE STONEYou wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
RENEE STONEI can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
RENEE STONEI write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
RENEE STONEIt felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
RENEE STONEI bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
RENEE STONEI hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
RENEE STONEI search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONEI was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
RENEE STONEI spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
RENEE STONEI wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
RENEE STONEMy body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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