Write it, my son
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
Healing
The Awareness of Pain
“I do not need fixing,” she said as she handing me the keys to a toolbox. “I do not need help,” she said as she heaped her burdens in my barrow. “Please trust me,” she […]
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An Ode to My Sister (The Line in the Sand)
I am going to rant here – spill my thoughts as they come and leave them uncensored. Sorry if this rambles, but I don’t think it will. In the two weeks since my sister’s passing, […]
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Action Breeds Confidence (Warrior Prose)
We are in scary times. I’ve learned that action breeds the confidence to relegate fear.
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Healing (A Poem with some prose)
But no person alive has ever become the strongest swimmer they can be from the security of a lifeboat…
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The Compass
Love simply does not demand that type of attention. It does get my attention, but rarely in a way that doesn’t highlight the beauty of everything around me.
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Sunken in the Hollows
Neither the summit nor the valley defines me. Each has left its own mark of comedy and tragedy on the pages of my life.
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She Shall See Again (A Poem)
Evolution sometimes means leaving what you were taught behind.
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A Solid Truth
Through the numbness gaze I see Cloudy, murky, beholden to the current Leaning, listing, the stormy sky emblazoned Calmly, the whitecaps form. Through the blinded folds of skin I feel Nothing, lost moments, surrounded […]
