You are the Man...*SA*

You are the man
That dared to put your hands on me as a child.
Now you have the audacity
To wonder why now as a teen I am wild.

You are the man
That stole all my innocence as a baby.
Now you wonder why I am distant?
How could I forget what you did to me.

You are the man
Who told me I was really special to you.
So special you did things to me,
Things no little girl should have to go through.

In case you are wondering...
Yes, you are the man
For whom my self destruction began.

Behind Me *SI*

Behind me lie the scars of my past
Always following,
Forever reminding,
Defined and aware.

There’s Braille raised and written
Across my back
Documenting the times I had no other release,
No other option but to bring upon myself
An attack.

They are roads mapping out my journey
From A-B
Telling the story of all the wrong paths I’ve followed,
Of all the things I’ve endured over the years
To set myself free.

As you get older laugh lines
Appear on your face.
Me, I get lines of pain etched across my arms, my back, my thighs...
They are what have kept me here,
Lost in this place.

But if they are on my back
Where no-one can see,
If these scars that ruled my life are hidden,
Why can’t I just
Leave it all behind me?

Behind me lie the scars of my past
Always following,
Forever reminding,
Defined and aware.

Mya A. Edwards

My Edward *ED*

Scratching and gnawing
From the inside out
Ana wraps my bones

Tearing and clawing
From the outside in
Mia ties the bow

Loving and needing
Desiring their touch
Fighting and Screaming
Their spell is too much

These two women of my heart
Have forever torn me apart
For even if I should fight these things
Edward will always reign as my King.

The baby that never was...

This isn't the most amazing drawing i've ever done but it is very close to my heart. It was drawn at a very trying time in my life.

I had fallen pregnant at a young age. At first it was very difficult to deal with but I had good people around me to help through everything. As I was making plans for my familys future I had a miscarriage.

This drawing was made after i'd lost my baby. It's just simple charcoal on white paper. I needed my baby to have a face, and this is him.

After I lost him I tried to tell myself it was for the best. So the chains surrounding my babys face originally were to represent the chains that I tried to convince myself would be holding me down in being a young mother. But I failed to make myself believe that. I would of found a way to break those chains for my babys sake.

So in the end they represent the chains holding me back from my life because I lost him. They stand for all the things I lost my passion for when he went out of my life, aswell as the chains that stop me trying for another child for fear of the loss that may come with it.

~Mya~

Intro To My Blog

My Web Space To Clear Head Space is designed to be exactly that. Everybody has times in their lives when they need to clear their head and everybody does it in different ways. Me, I write and I Draw. None of it is exceptional it's just me :) I nearly failed English and I was nearly kicked out of my Art class but it's what i enjoy.

Even if there isn't anyone out there that will be reading along my head will still get a little clearer each time. There's something rather anti-climatic about writing everything down in a place where absoloutly nobody could ever have a chance of reading it. So please, if you do read, feel free to comment on anything - good or bad. You wont hurt my feelings :)

*Raises a glass of Bubbles*

So here's to my new Blog and along with it acceptence, admittance, creativity, growth & maybe even new friends. :P

*Downs the glass of bubbles*