It’s easy to lose yourself Within the forest of memory When you can’t find the sunlight Through the canopies of your past.  Leaves sway in the bitter wind Crying out for solace. For light.  Warning you of the dangers That lurk in the shadows.   But you can already feel the claws:  Vicious, twisted things Born of trauma and despair, And living deep within your mind.  They reach from the darkness  With doubt, shame, ...

When I think of you,I imagine our serenityas paradise on earth. I remember every momentengraved among the scarsof my beating heart. I see fireflies around us,our only light, save the stars. It may have been worthless to youundeserving of a second thought,but not to me. You have decidedwhere our storymust end. Cinderella would have believed itas ...

The tree that once lost all its leaves,Held on and was patient for a while,Because it knew the ugly season would pass.It knew those leaves would bloom again,And that all would become new. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

When I first met you,I believed you were from God,bringing the light into my eyes,skip to my step;it was perfect. The time dragged onward;our love never faded,or agedas the sunrays danced,along our skin. A saying passes for wisdomamong the unititiated: “If you are not careful,you can have too muchof a good thing.” The moment you leftwoke ...

When it feels like good isn’t enough, And they scream for more effort and grit, Take a deep breath and smile, Because they don’t have it figured out, either. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I am the schoolgirl in the playground,begging someone to play with me,only to have my bag decorated with spit.Treated like an outcast. I am the girl you see in a crowd,with no friend in sight,loneliness her companion.The world passing her by. I am the girl you think a weirdo,a freak of nature cloaked in costumes,trying ...

There is a time and place for everything in life. The time will come to break the rules that say dinner must come first. Work must come first. Fun must come later. The sweet things in life must wait. When the time comes, we must break these made-up rules without hesitation. In our house, we ...

The birds are singing a new song. It’s strange, but pleasing to my ears. The birds are singing a new song. It’s loud, yet brings a calmness to my soul. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

“Boredom is necessary,” says a random user on Reddit when I ask for advice on how to disconnect and find myself, but how is it necessary when it is so difficult to endure? I think my brain is completely rotted and decayed. It can’t process things that take too much attention. Bright lights and noise ...

Smoke and mirrors  just to feel good  Tell me  does your heart still bleed? Gently  Slowly  Like the oozing of a peach slice  Thrust upon my dappled knife Here – Drink this water  Take my wife And show her all the things that she could be… Slowly  Holy  Like the (br)oozing of a peach slice ...