#58. Low Self-esteem? Meet Yourself.

Great advise!! I can so relate, I tired to be what those around me wanted me to be. I didn’t want to embarrass family more, that I wasn’t successful, looked liked those they compared me too. I also wanted them to see how very important my writing was to my soul. Maybe I would’t be the next JD Robb, but I going to be the best damn ME I can!
I still struggle with self-esteem, but the climb is a little less
defeating with every step.

I don’t know( warned a bit dark)


I don’t know what I have left to give
I have taken the source of her power
its here in my hand.

Everyone I’ve loved is gone, you’ve taken all of them,
you no longer have that power.
My bidding for you is done.
You think you have won.

The power is not in the object
but in the heart and soul.
So take me so I can be at peace
and hope to be forgiven by the others.

But know what you took from all of us
and how you did it will come back to you
3 fold and it will not be pretty.

In the end the power will always be OURS!

© 2010 Kimber Michaela

Luis Royo work is dark and amazing.
I have several of his books and used many of
his images in my writing.



Sometimes you have to submerge
yourself no matter how deep it is
and the level will continue to rise.
Things will change and you will no longer
feel like you have to tread water
in the rive of life.
You’ve survived it on your own and
when and if you have to wade back in.
Your stronger and wiser then before.

© 2013 Kimber Michaela


Webster defines Drama as
a play for acting on a stage,
a vivid series of events,
dramatic quality

Dramatic- highly vivid or compelling

D  ifficult

R  eal

A  ctions

M  ulitple

A   ttention

Drama is what you make of it, good, bad
or in between.
Drama will always be a part of our everyday lives.
You just learn to deal with it and move on at times.

Kimber Michaela  2011

~The Choice~


Wings as white as snow
full of magic and wonder when
they became a part of me.
Some of that has dulled and turned
grey brought on by age.
Yes, we age but not as many would think.
My wings are getting heavier and my
insertions sometime bleed.
I sit and think maybe to much at times
the burden of unknowing.
My beloved has fallen down below, but I didn’t go.
The pain in his eyes when I stayed behind
flashed before my eyes.
I feel the movement in my belly of life,
but will THEY be ready for what is to come.
Do I risk, getting word to him, for he will fight
as only a great warrior would do, for who he loves,
but as of now he has no idea of you yet.
I fear what will happen to a child created by a now fallen
angel and the only daughter of a powerful one.
You will be the light and dark that has never been.
Your father will come for you my daughter,
and I will be sacrifice to them.

Kimber Michaela 2012
I found this image on goggle, I don’t own copyright.

Its a piece that I am very proud of!