I’m just a ghost figure in the corner watching my life walk by in shadow while I keep breathing. Control is an illusion for the “other ones” on the outside calling the shots. Faith is a bridge I’m building Tomorrow is a dream worth living So I breathe So I call tomorrow a promise Knowing … Continue reading Ghost Writing
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Exhaustion
Few times, in my life, have I ever felt this exhausted. Blow me down like the air pumped into a balloon and I will pop Mull me over with words and I will implode to nothing Sink me in the earth with a step and I will cave to dust Sleep is underrated to the, … Continue reading Exhaustion
Alone
Alone is an underrated word Do we know what it means? Have we felt its sting to the fullest? Have we walked in the dark groping for candles or matches or a cell-phone glare? Have you lived if? I have Or maybe I haven’t In its depths, there is always a glimmer In its talons, … Continue reading Alone
On Reminiscing
Some nights revolve around the past… It’s not that it started out that way but it ends in reminiscence of days gone by and memories you treasure. Is it good or bad? I don’t know the answer. Enlighten me, people of Earth. When reminiscence leads to wonder about what could have been it can lead … Continue reading On Reminiscing
What NOT to expect when you’re expecting
Don’t expect me to be perfect. Don’t expect me to always be wise. Don’t expect no tears…they come with the territory…that is me. Don’t expect perfection I’m just a girl, who likes to write my feelings into the air. Take it or leave it. Don’t expect polish from a heart that is raw. Don’t expect … Continue reading What NOT to expect when you’re expecting
Inspired by the Comforter
I refuse to walk into the night cold. I will find a blanket. If my heart is stone, I will find softener. Life is too short for callousness. There is no option but love. I may not know who I am, fully, but I know who I will not be! I will fight with you, … Continue reading Inspired by the Comforter
Hope
If we don’t protect it, hope can feel like a balloon, filled to maximum capacity for a moment then let go to float into the air, sputtering, and flying unhindered. Hope is so much more precious than this. I wish it were easy to tie the knot and seal it in all cozy and safe … Continue reading Hope
Hidden
Maybe there’s something poetic about hiding in plain sight. Or maybe it’s weakness. Or maybe it’s strength to stay composed while the world crumbles and stirs around you. Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s faith. Maybe I’m not hiding at all! maybe I’m standing. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Job 13:15
A Blogger without Words
Sometimes, there aren't words left... I believe in words I live on words I relish language On nights like tonight, words are left to ruin, and I can't summon them up. So I wait, in the silence.... And hope.... And pray.... And tomorrow I'll begin again. When words leave, there is trust, and something bigger … Continue reading A Blogger without Words
On Neighbors and Whether They are Loveable
Unwittingly, and despite my best efforts, I am at war with my neighbors. Well, they live a few houses down, but same idea. It's a silly feud, which I take partial responsibility for, though I revel at the length it has come to. I, as an empathetic pacifist, cannot fathom the depths one would take … Continue reading On Neighbors and Whether They are Loveable
INSPIRED BY THE COMFORTER 