Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Fruit For Thought 

An illness, a diagnosis, a prescription. So much goes through your mind, a tornado with no oxygen is the best way to describe it. Just spinning, with no end in sight. Amongst the storm, you bring a bottle home. Don't read the label, that alone can cause a frenzy. You decide to wing it, describe... Continue Reading →

Who, then, is the artist? 

Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story  words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues  and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →

Inner Light

Sometimes the world gets dull, dark, and mundane. We become stuck on the day-to-day. We grow up, the magic of the world begins to fade. With envy, we dream of our childhood and speak of old memories. We do everything we can to give the young  what the old lives for. A moment, to think... Continue Reading →

Entitled Wisdom

Sometimes  we seem to think that answers are a given. When actually, we hear whispers of truth formed out of nothing but thin air. The wind travels slow though the leaves flutter violently.  Much like the Holy Spirit; so solemn, quiet, true, and always last. Drowned out by our own words, dreams, and sorrows. We... Continue Reading →

Anxiety & Epilepsy

I'm a girl with a demon on her shoulder and two shadows. The one leading tries to emulate me.It makes a perfect, circular, trip daily with the sun. Beginning and ending with its rise and fall. This one has only grown in size over the years.  The one following is a morphing shape, willing to... Continue Reading →

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