Medium=referral Stories

A poem of weariness.

What's hiding behind my smile.

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...

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...

How I feel, pretty much every day...

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

How I am seen in life it seems.

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...

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.

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...

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The cry of the human soul.

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...

The feeling of losing a most loved sister.

Hope in drowning.

Another set of poems that often describe my days.

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 poem for my dear friend.

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