Sometimes I hate the world. Sometimes the bitterness and the hatred become too much, suffocating my breath, tightening my chest and throat. The shell I build around myself is meant to protect me, to keep away all the bad of the world so that I can find some desperate thread of peace among all the noise and chaos.
Quiet, just a little quiet… Read More COME AWAY
This time of year always reminds me of where I came from, the hard journey I took to stand on my own feet now. I’m reminded of the girl, so very lost, and the divine intervention that saved her life… Read More To the Lost Girl Who Started the Fire
Beyond the mists and through the trees,
Beneath the pale moonlight,
In the shadow of an ancient oak,
There occurred a curious sight… Read More MERRY MEET