Voices

I welcomed who I was and left behind who I was not.

Each decision that we make comes with a hidden price. We're never told what it is we may be asked to sacrifice.

But I have learned that life is more complex, that the door between this world and the next is sometimes left ajar, and that each of us is more, far more, than we are told we are.

Every life is its own story- not without a share of glory, and not without a share of grief. I lived like a hero at seventeen. At nineteen, I die like a thief.

Faith isn't for the faint of heart. Both courage and naïveté are required. To grasp its art, you must look the other way when all the omens seem to say you will nog get what you desire, so, though it may be a cliché I put my faith in fire.

Faith isn't for the faint of heart. Both Courage and naivete are required. To grasp its art, you must look the other way when all the omens seem to say you will not get what you desire, so, though it may be cliche, I put my faith in fire. -Saint Margaret

Even now when at the end, with nothing left to lose, I cannot identify what I could never choose.

I am a war cry, bold and brash. I am kindling. I am ash, an evanescent glory.

What is a woman? Her brothers' sister, her father's daughter, Her husband's wife, her children's mother