Your harsh wordsinfiltrate a raw nerve. I howl You cringeand disconnect. I lick a scar on the nerve. Later I soothe that ghost of a nerve,That shred of a nothinginto wholesomeness. I invite you to connect.

darkness fills the airno light to be foundat the edge of despairmisery all around all it takes is a sparkof hope burning brightthough a part of you wonders if this is a larkis this the path of right like a candle in the windflickering steadyholding out, prepare to defendforward ready one little dotone bright spot

The flower was crumbling moment by moment. My wrinkles got deeper year after year, And yet, my husband saw nothing but beauty. My child missed the target again and again, Despair crawled up her face. All I saw was her determination to succeed. God showed me a torn, corrupted world full of anguish and despair. ...

Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

The Beige Woman, a color poem, is Adriana Philips' personal tale of living as a mixed-race woman. Can you love yourself in your own skin?

Paintook up residencewithout permissionstealing everythingit came in contactwith including myDreams. Lostin despair’s dark lairembers spark to flamefear whispers liesinto both my earsstirring latent fearsFury. Timein kaleidoscopic hazeneurologic degradationinterlocked nerves sparkingtriggering spastic legs intoSpasm. Firetormenting burning paininvading each cellas inflammationseizes the knees firststealing my balanceAgain. Walkerwheels keep me movingwhile fatigue assaultstwin torturers nowtraumatizing losscruel limits resetting ...

I am the definition of insanity and a god of abandoned dreams. Glory, I’ve left behind. I extend my hands and roll my stone up mountains of good intentions and career paths. I have yet to reach the top of any of them. I’m finished. I fall to my knees and say, “I give up.” ...

The year of twenty twenty-one tested me as no other year has in a long time. It started with hope and positive thoughts but quickly slammed my family and me into a never-ending treadmill of trouble. You might think this is an article about my problems; in a way, it is, but it is more ...

Life is full of ups, downs, ins, outs, and sometimes sideways events. When life is scary, it makes grief and loss more up and in your face. “I don’t want to do this without my person, and this is all so unfair,” runs through the brain on repeat. At these times, be present to love ...

I walked through blackness lately. Holding out my arms, forever searching for hope, only to realize that hope is not solid but as free as the air. It shows itself through a crack in the dark—a glow that grows when worry and doubt combine. You cannot have hope alone but in combination with adversity. As ...