Elisabeth Healy
Bio
I am just a girl, trying to be seen. I am a woman, bound for courage to survive the fight. I am the magick, within my soul. I am here, trying to remember how to dance... so I write, I paint, I stretch my wings, hoping to one day, fly again.
Stories (3/0)
To My Mother
To My Mother and the Secrets You Never Knew. Dear Mom, Time passes like the wind. Sometimes it dances by as a gentle breeze while at other times it pounds us down as furious as the hurricanes, as unforgiving as the tornados. That was our love, through time. It started out gentle. Loving is the mother’s touch. It ends in rage, before being lifted into the light of forgiveness, fading away just as the winds do over the seas and the mountains.
By Elisabeth Healy2 years ago in Confessions
It's All In The Cake
I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was almost 6 a.m. To most, this would be the start of a new day. To me, it was an ending of the last. I was standing at the kitchen sink, loading in the last of the dishes my daughter had finally brought out from her room. It would have been nice to have them several hours ago, but that was okay. I wasn’t mad. In fact, it even made me smile a bit. I was just happy to see she got them there and that she was comfortable doing it on her own accord. There was a time when even this seemingly simple task was much more than just taking dishes from room to sink. I am proud of her. She has come so far. But my heart still hurts.
By Elisabeth Healy3 years ago in Confessions
