I wait on you now, O’ Lord, like any moment of my life. The tree leaves across the river change color, against the setting sun the perfect backdrop of orange and red, along the horizon and my heart pangs for the life-giving water of the steady stream of your love. Every created being that draws ...

Breathe in for 5: My frantic thoughts go flying while I keep crying Begging the demons in my head to stop lying  Struggling to breathe as the world crashes down on me Until nothing is left but an empty husk Because I’m trapped within the horrors of my mind.    Hold it for 4: Why ...

On the shadowed edgeof the causeway’s secluded tunnel,I see blurry streaksof bespeckled light. Nothing is certain here –not a breath of wind in sight –only the feeling of movement;of something tender and bright. The tunnel’s inner funnel humsand flutters with a quiet fire.Suddenly, spirited birds erupt –wings sparkling, sprightly flyers. Then, ceremoniously,they luminously journey towardthe renaissance ...

In every season of life,among the impossible,keep on trying. In the valley of death,with every failure,keep on trying. In every heartache,when it feels hopeless,keep on trying. I do not know whybut somehow I must tryto keep on trying. Even when I’ve criedenough tears to fill up rivers,I must keep on trying. Despite the voidyou left ...

Look pretty! Stay silent. Don’t forget to clean the house And make dinner. Just do as you’re told, darling. As women, we constantly hear things like these. We’re trapped in a world where we’re seen As objects to be used and played with by men. We end up worn out, Unable to locate the fire our spirits need to thrive.  We’re forced to wear tight dresses, ...

How does it feel to live in the shadow of a ghost, a memory, a period that has long since past?  How does it feel to know that you can never measure up and that whatever you do would always be considered second best?  How does it feel to know you’ll never be good enough, ...

A day of rest, a day of play,A day to keep sadness away.Drink some good coffee, read a book,Rest your bones in a secret nook,Forget the world outside your walls.It is your day; you make the calls!Do only what you want to do.Relax your mind and see it through.You deserve a day to existWithout long ...

Soft beats, soothing melodies, emotions at their finest.It’s not just an array of sounds; it’s a story being lived, Feelings released, passion shared with the world.It’s the melody your mother sang to lull you to sleep, Passed down for generations across time,And the heavy metal blaring From the window of a passing Camero. Music is an escape from reality, Allowing us to forget anxieties caused by society. The rhythm of beating drums, strumming strings, and tapping keys Calms our bodies and soothes our minds.Through music, we express ourselves, Find relief ...

I’m following an interrupted flight pathof thick, black, wiry lineswhich crisscross inside my mind,like aerial railroad tracksthat travel for miles and miles —endlessly from post to post,and pylon to pylon. Tirelessly on and on, I keep flyingtoward the last tower of poweruntil there, on the unreachable horizon,I see that shimmering golden light. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Not a moment goes by that I don’t miss you.  Your smile and laugh became my source of joy.  The icy, skeletal fingers of death robbed me of that comfort.  Not a moment goes by that I don’t think about you.  It seems like yesterday, we sat on the sofa,  eating ice cream, gossipping about boys,  and longing for brighter days, a better life beyond the desert,  We envisioned a limitless future beyond ...