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Protected: Then to Now. The story of Us.
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Mortal vs God
The breathe in my lungs, such a natural thing. In out. In out. In out... wait, something isn't right, in... help but nobody is here, out... I felt this before, do not resist do knot resissttee nt fiht it the words go jumbled the time ceases to move in out in out in out in…
Romans 8 28
When the world crumbles, what do I have left? For years I've been angry. Deep down inside, something lingered that just wouldn't release its grip. I've wept at my own sin, more times than I can count, asking God over and over again to take this burden from me. Over the past three or so…
Protected: I am who you say I am?
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Protected: The boy in a drawing
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Almost 39
"I am not the same as I once was, nor today will I carry unto tomorrow, but become someone else by morning..." I woke up this morning with that in my head. I write even in my sleep, thanks Shakespeare - he must be my Muse. Flip the calendar twice from today and I welcome…
Protected: The last time you hug your Mother
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Loss of a Mother at Christmas Time
I guess, the bottom line is, it still gets to me, and somehow words that weren't meant to, turn into poetry... How time marches on, and this - these are the days of living, this is my life playing out in real time, but it feels like some part of me is missing and I'll…
Ancestral Healing
There are days when this war is not my own. Ancestral threads pull, tear apart my heart, as if claws and teeth rip me open, their cries sound familiar, like they are part of my DNA. She, the Mother, and her Mother, and her Mother, and her Mother... I claim her eyes when I look…
Her Heart on the Outside 