To be Drawn

Here I am at the end of my rope unable to breathe on my own. What does it even mean to “cope”? I feel like I’ve been cut to the bone. Will I implode or explode or crumble into dust and ashes just like the woman whom I held so dear only to have her […]

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Lead me, Please Carry me

Oh Love that will not let me go I am distracted by the fools gold of this age. My desires feel like needs, and You say, deep down, they are. Please bring correction to my misdirection. Will You come and quench my thirst? I suppose the real question is: will I let You in to […]

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Broken to be Built

I don’t think there’s words to describe this kind of pain, or this kind of beauty, or Your kind of mercy. I don’t know what to do with myself but I do know feeling the morning dew on my toes, and the wind across my face, and the sun upon my back, while the children […]

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Hide and go Seek, Tag

“How are you?” is just a courtesy or is it? maybe I’m just being pessimistic. I want comfort so badly but to let people in means to open up. To open up means to feel everything; every feeling. This is what scares me. Maybe it’s good for life to not be so agreeable. It’s in these […]

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