I went to the river, down below.I defied orders, going where I ought not go.I was caught in a mess somewhere in betweenMy wounded self here and the mountain where I need to be. Higher ground was the land I was aiming for.I should’ve known it wasn’t my fate to …

Her tear stained eyes, she hid so well. Embarrassed by her weakness, she was fearful, overwhelmed. It was her flaw, perhaps her greatest— the emotion she carried, Toting her burdens around like heavy stones… oh, she was so weary. But then he showed her how her emotions weren’t a weakness …

At the choice of which element of nature to be, I couldn’t choose just one. I’m the space between me and my happiness, the air I’m withholding from my tired lungs, the fire of worry that sears my entire being, the water I’m constantly drowning in, and all the misery …

If you are still smiling after all you’ve been through, then what makes you think you can’t last the night? I know the pain hurts and wears you down; unforgiving and raging, you try not to make a sound. It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to breathe, it’s okay if …

The earth declares YourGlory and praise— it worshipsIn wonder through the days.In the hills and valleys YourPeople will praise You. Amen. Ded. Thankfulness

Your loveIs like the sunAbove, who looks on us.My heart is bright and burning stillFor you. Ded. My God

Your loveIs like the sunAbove, who looks on us.My heart is bright and burning stillFor you. Ded. My God

I breatheThe salty airBy the blue ocean’s shoreAs I watch the endless waves againAnd again. Ded. California

Knife-like pain cuts down my spine,Headache’s raging,I say I’m fine. I smile wideWhile my fingers tense with numbing stings,Agonizing pain inside. Burdened heart, heavy and lone.Isolated stabbingIn erratic tones. Too much to process,Pain and socializing.Quality of life becomes less, yet more uninspiring. I can’t focus with this throbbing in my …

This ache reverberates in my soul,Penetrating all the confidence I’ve built,Crushing all the parts that once made me feel whole. I’m not who you think I am— not anymore.Time has changed the way I think, who I am:The anger lodged inside slowly turns into a roar, Ripping through my very …

What am I but a broken treeBending to your wild winds of indecision?I want to sway left, yet you pull me right.I’m uprooted with every blow as insecurity fills my mind. I need peace, compassion, and open arms,Not judgemental stares and condesending charmLullying me into false sense of security before …

Itriedtobreathe.And I    triedTo fight                        the wayMy lungs don’t             seem to want toWork. They don’t          seem to care thatEvery breath is              hard to evenBreathe. Every              time I inhale itIt only hurts more.         So, should I giveUp, like my lungs          Have clearly givenUp on        me?