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Moment Before Morning
Not a poem, just a moment from the mind… I awake to the warmth of him beside me. It’s still dark, but I can tell the sun is eager to rise. His breathing is calm, and the safety I feel moves through me like the first cool wave that meets your skin on a hot…
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Through the Eyes of Abundance
There’s abundance all around,yet so often, we ask for more,as if sitting in a gold mine,wishing for silver instead. Wanting more is never wrong,but forgetting what already isbecomes the quiet thief of joy. As I sit at my kitchen table,dog curled at my feet,a warm, healthy meal before me,music filling my soul,I feel the heat…
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Season of the Breakdown
Here comes the season of the breakdown the low of lows I never thought I’d feel. And suddenly I see why it hurts so much more: this is the first time I’ve truly been alone. I can cry my tears, throw my fits, and no one else is home— just me and my lost soul,…
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After the Darkness
I see it clearly the beauty that was always there. I hear the whispers that told me where to stay, and when to go. I was never truly lost; I had only forgotten how to trust the way. Now faith and trust unveil themselves as words with deeper meaning than my heart had ever allowed…
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Will Being Lost Find Me?
I’m lost. I can smell the fire,barely see the sky.The stars shine brighterwith tears in my eyes. They guide me forwardthrough the pain,though the path is unclear.I can’t see the next step.I surrender.I’m here. I shift from grateful to confused,from lost to found.One moment in awe..life is so beautiful,the next..how do I not break down?…