“Keep your mind on things above…”

I feel the change, The air is cooler. The trees now full grown, begin their descent into winter. Leaves cover my toes, I am surrounded by red, orange and yellow. I stand alone, With my fellow trees. This feels like home, Feels like where I belong. I belong among the quiet, The lowly, The strong. I belong somewhere, Where I can appreciate – Truly appreciate … Continue reading “Keep your mind on things above…”

“Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once … Continue reading “Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

Glass

Glass hearts, so fragile, so easy to break. Broken glass. My heart is shattered.  Shards of broken pieces stab my insides.  Moving forward hurts.  Moving backwards hurts more. Maybe I love the feeling of pain.  Maybe I love brokenness and depression because it makes me feel something. Maybe I love getting hurt over and over again because I deserve it. Maybe I love giving a … Continue reading Glass

Death

Death. The thing everyone fears. The end. The dark… I’m not afraid. I feel a connection To the blackness. This dark side of me Has no fear. I embrace it. I embrace sin. I’m connected to death. Death is a part of me. Every dark corner in the hollows of my mind Resembles death. Death is darkness. Darkness is death. Is fear. I’m numb. I … Continue reading Death

Run

Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness.  Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up.  Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars.  Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought… She still runs. Her body is weak, but her mind is strong.  She gets up.  She runs. What is … Continue reading Run