Poem ~ Torment
Torment Gray and desolate A heart forlorn, The willow of the mind Bends to find its morn. Never …
Torment Gray and desolate A heart forlorn, The willow of the mind Bends to find its morn. Never …
When I’m in tears, they are most often not for me. When vulnerability comes to my soul, it was …
It was that time of year when life expectations become refilled into our cup of hope. Whether it was spring …
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had bad experiences. She did things she shouldn’t have; said things …
No, hope is not completely lost. However, it has become such a weakened word that I have found no reason …
It is funny how we see our lives from the inside. But when we see someone’s life from the outside that …
I’ve not been here for quite some time. Too busy? Nothing to say? Writer’s block? Not really. Well, a bit busy, …
Don’t you hate it when you are in the moment of something great and you don’t have everything you need to …
Yes, I’m referring to flexibility. But not in the sense of being physically flexible. Although that is a good thing to …
They could have ridden the bus, but the moments spent with my teen boys were precious. So each week day I …