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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, ...

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...

I am a character caught up in my story, interwoven with others to display Our Author's glory. I am caught in a current, uncertain of what comes next. One minute I ha...

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

And as the wind blows past my face, I have found I am in a most desolate place, for nothing you say and nothing you do can bring me life and happiness the way it used...

How I am seen in life it seems.

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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...

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...

What's hiding behind my smile.

Hope in drowning.

A song & a poem

A poem for my dear friend.

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

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

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...

How I feel, pretty much every day...

The cry of the human soul.

The feeling of losing a most loved sister.