At one time, I was full of what I thought was hope. I beat myself up with this hope as if I was going to change for anything better. I swallowed down the words of others to fuel my ego as I sought to be "humble", but my pride wouldn't die. There was a flame … Continue reading A Poem: The Great Departure
I sit in my car and listen to songs that once brought me so much pain and I realize that it still remains. It's not a ringing in my head like a migraine of suffering, but rather, it's a still small voice. I hear the whisper and realize that I am still healing. I'm not … Continue reading A Poem: Though Subtle, It Whispers.