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Feelings that resurface, perhaps there will be relief in the writing. Grief.

A poem of weariness.

Your friendship is a gift, A gift from God untold, An unexpected treasure, A light that shines so bold, Amidst the waves of darkness, And storms that fill our lives, ...

The cry of the human soul.

Who am I? A person you can't see, a face behind a screen, there's so much more than that to me...I read, I write, I take delight, in The One who saved me & changed my l...

To the girls & guys struggling with their weight, with bulimia, anorexia, with being bullied. You Are Loved.

Blood trickles from my heart, From in my soul, It's torn apart, I've tried so hard, I've fallen so far, I strive to crawl back to the start, But here I am, still holding...

It gets so tough to keep on going, When the road is rough and winding, When it seems that there's no ending, And your struggles are so binding, But there's hope inside...

A culmination of random thoughts & scenes...memories...perhaps a story? Scattered through my mind...wake up...wake up...

Hope in drowning.

What's hiding behind my smile.

A poem for my dear friend.

I tend to wax poetic best when I'm hurting...

What will you do when I'm gone... When your eyes find the dawn, Opening to meet the sun, But I'll be gone then, and never again will you see me, Only my memory will be...

A tired weary poem...but then...that's mostly what I write.

The feeling of losing a most loved sister.

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How I feel, pretty much every day...

Then I jumped, finding myself falling through space and time, through the spiraling ever constant thoughts of my mind. I stepped off of my own accord, I wanted to see...

Though I dwindle I will stand, Love has come & holds my hand, I feel the warmth inside me rise, this feeling reaches to the skies, A feeling beyond what I've ever known...