Her stomach Tied in Tiny little knots Twisted breadsticks Of remorse Sprinkles of fear Questions aflight She left him The ring Sitting quietly On the table No longer Belonging to her An orphan In search Of another To have To hold To cherish No …
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The Storm
The storm hits Washing up It’s harsh tide Bringing with it Pain and fear The onslaught Could continue Never ending A humming A swarm Of angry wasps Hovering close above Weary of It’s sting I’m tired Tired of this shit Tired of it For my …
On the Trail: FINDING REST & FREEDOM
Where do you find rest? Or freedom? The freedom that bring peace, purpose, and a joy that wakes you up in the mornings? One place I believe we were meant to find it is on the trail. Not sitting on our asses at home, or staring at the TV. Rather, out in nature. Breathing the air. Taking in a …