Some souls are fashioned for the fire, Not because Heaven loves them less; but because the brightest, strongest light is often born from deep distress. — Some hearts are carved by winter winds, where bitter nights refuse to end; yet every storm that bent their limbs prepared them how another’s bend. — They learned to…
A Poem of the stories of our scars
You laid your soul in paint for all to seeYour heart left behind, forever will beEvery stroke you made was a thought in timeAn absolute story for an audience to opine. I can still smell the fresh oil paintYour coffee, canvas, and wood you frameSounds from the craft room from inside you singThat old gospel…
My mom being herself.
Don’t we all have a place we go to be alone with our feelings? Someplace we feel safe and secure? Out yonder in the meadow, where the Foxtail sway,A lonely tree stands, a guardian of the day,Large branches cover, the sky above,A secret keeper, a labor of love. Beneath its shade, where the leaves unfold,A…