1. The start
My mama told me I was as fragile as a paper doll. No more no less.
I told her I was strong but was I?
she said there nothing wrong with being fragile
but deep inside I new there was.
I admire the cool California sunsets in its pinks, oranges and hues of blue.
she told me not to get caught up in the ocean paper dissipates.
I was 16 when I moved to Australia, my mother had passed in the beautiful ocean that I admired with all my heart, now its deep blue hues and pretty marine tints no longer seem so bright for this fragile little paper doll it was now a dark shade of coal black, with its numbness surround it.
This was the start of my journey and it began with a fragile little heart.