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The cry of the human soul.

Hope in drowning.

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

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...

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, ...

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...

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

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...

A song & a poem

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...

How I am seen in life it seems.

A poem for my dear friend.

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...

Another set of poems that often describe my days.

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