Introduction

A daughter of a Mother recently passed, and a long passed Father. A Mother of three, now teens. Oldest of which she finds hard to let go into this cruel world. Yet she knows she must
for him to make his own way as well. While letting him know there is always a home, where home has always been before.

Making the best of this unforgiving life as she can. Her anger shows in the wake of all the tragedies thrown like anvils upon her, in what seemed like 'one fail swoop'. JP doesn't know how to express her emotions anymore. She feels lost, waiting to be found. Amidst all she currently has, and is very grateful for...she still feels there is something more on the horizon. Her ride toward that edge is ever beckoning her to make a move. No matter how shocking, no matter what way. Only now she has her writing as the main tool she has to express herself in the best way she can.

Misunderstood, maybe untentional on her bahalf toward others. She knows that there is only the here and now she must live. So within the posts here to come, she will write her liberations. Whether it be random poems, thoughts, dreams or rants. To a more fluent and consecutive display of emotions hidden deep within...she reveals them here to you...the reader(s).


I want you to understand the me that makes me who I am. You may not know me at all at this moment. But wherever you are, you are not alone. Just as I have realized I am not alone either. We are in this hell together. And together is the only way we can get through it, and out. I want you to know what makes me tick (to an extent), because some people just don't get who I am deep inside. And because of this, they make lude and outlandish assumptions that only hurt, and push the huge ass RED BUTTON I know I do not like. There are those sicko individuals who seem to enjoy the fact that they've not only found that button, but they seem to stop at nothing thereafter in abusing it's existence. That internal fire that's burning, growing into a firey inferno of emotions. An anger that I only exhibit as my last and only line of self-defense. Yes, it is exhausting and draining. I do not like that side of me. Some believe I do, and they could not be more wrong.

In the following posts from here on out, I will also introduce you to the other me. The me that has been hiding since she was a little one. She's been protected for quite sometime now. At least what was left of her then. In doing this to whoever the reader(s) is/are, I am unveiling a part of me in small fragments. A part of me I never thought I would ever see or show ever again. She used to play, smile, laugh, giggle, pretend, care with the warmest compassion, pick and blow on dandelion puffs, and use the most vivid imagination! A gift that is hidden with her. Longing for dreams she may one day bring to life. Protected over the course of many untold years, due to unnecessary violence. Physical, emotional, mental, psychological and then some. A child that has been healing over and again...deep inside...here lies...the Fragments of Me.

~J