Without hope, the world can be devastating.
I write and I write and I write Continue reading
Most nights, I fall asleep thinking I’m NOT going to write the next morning. I wonder what God says to me in my sleep because almost every morning, I write.
feeling lost in a church
having no one to listen
afraid of being judged
so holding the past inside Continue reading
When your days are lost in poetry, your heart loses track of time.
Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend and was telling her a little about my past because it related to our discussion. Through remembering, I was surprised I was even saying it. Continue reading
every once in awhile
I get caught in the shadow of time
and listen to lies of who I am
of what will be Continue reading