Sometimes, I want to be a balloon. To be as buoyant as it seems while dancing across the sky above. No anxieties about the ...

I hear her whistle in the wind. Her hum: a sweet melody that carries, that soothes, that calms the rising pain in my chest, ...

NowWalking before crawlingTalking without thinkingSwimming and sinkingRunning but not finishingClimbing without ascending ThenFalling through the horizonDisappearing into oblivion Editor: Erynn Crittenden

O, downtrodden soul, weep no more. You have a curious mind, a need to touch and see to believe what is right in front ...

What do you do when the going gets tough?Do you cry in the ashes?Or do you rise and dust off the dirt? When you ...

I’m not detached from you, but when we lock eyes, my mind goes blank— like walking into a room and forgetting why, like a ...

I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my ...

There are days I ponder within my heart why I am on Earth among God’s creation. What does He want me to see? Why ...

Sorry for life’s catastropheMy mission fell into the seaThere, lost in a world without sails-I could not find your holy grail Our fairy tale ...

When I stand, it stands with me. My shadow follows every step, but I no longer run from the reality of what has been ...