
I’d rather see your battle scars. Your lines, wrinkles, and wounds, Than you facade. -Mandy Ricks

I’d rather see your battle scars. Your lines, wrinkles, and wounds, Than you facade. -Mandy Ricks

Writing can be hard for me, but I feel compelled to continue. To find thoughts that draw pictures and sentences that explain thoughts. To offer intrigue, comfort, and hope. To trigger memories. Maybe sometimes sadness and traumas. Because all of these make up and include life. Astounding and compelling life. The same life that we give thanks for. -Mandy Ricks

Evening rolls in, softly, gently, a soothing reprieve.
And as the leaves turn and drop with graceful harmony so does my need to please.
-Mandy Ricks

Is it the rain that makes me sad or is it the ache of emptiness that once was you?
Perhaps I just need to wait for the sun to return and warm my thoughts.
-Mandy Ricks

All of us have a piece of wild that lives in our soul.
Keep it.
Treasure it.
Love it.
Because it will protect you during war.
-Mandy Ricks

I have spent too many years with my heart and legs open, hoping to find love, and to please, but only finding hypocrisy. -Mandy Ricks

It’s here: Summer. With it’s hot days, hotter nights, cold drinks, and broken promises. Be careful out there. -Mandy Ricks
This is an updated post from May of 2023.

You too have been brought into this world to be filled with light and to shine. -Mandy Ricks