I write. I sing. But writing words to music is a whole different kind of writing than ....uh....just regular ol' writing they say Well, here goes.. . Prisoner In My Skin Maria Scott Herndon Verse 1 I chose the paisley blouse for our rendezvous the pattern matched the sheets we had when we were new We politely talk as we nod in all the right places But more is said within the empty spaces Verse 2 A tarnished frame traces us from long ago It was taken the night we saw that Vegas show Beside it is a picture of a younger me With shining eyes beside a Christmas tree. Chorus I'm a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within But I try to be the me I'm supposed to be I play the part so well, you could never even tell That the woman lying next to you isn't me. Verse 3 An old married couple walked down the road ahead of me Their hands were joined together like a tangled tree I would love to feel that kind of authentic c...
I write to remember, to question, and to connect. Here you’ll find essays, stories, and fragments of life — all the ways I try to make sense of the world, one sentence at a time.