Slippery Slope

How did I get here? Is there really a memory of soaring?

I don’t want to drown in the fear, the fear of not knowing.

Regretting decisions made with such an overactive sensory,

I look up with my eyes to the stars and remember HOME.

Then align my feet with the direction of my HEART,

and begin by working my way back to the START.

  • Poem “Slippery Slope” written by Tammy Casey.
  • Modeling talent with Joy Casey.
  • Custom Accessories and Styling by Crysten.
  • Makeup, Hair, and Photography by Milaya C.

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