His curls are starting to show as it’s been a while since his last hair cut. The creases between his eyes smooth as his face changes from a look of concentration to one of contentment and his smile lights up their blueness from the inside. He absentmindedly smooths down his full beard and I note…
Twenty-Something
I get up with my alarm In spite of me …almost defiantly… Preparing to take on the day I push back desires to self-harm Keep myself busy …continue on silently… Searching for another way I appease others with my charm Ignoring my own anxiety …I do this almost perfectly… And keep the mayhem at bay…
My Prayer
Lord, if I walk in search of fulfillment outside of You, let it be a fruitless endeavor so Your truth I again pursue. Destroy for good my strongholds, bring to ruin my self-serving steps. Keep these lifted hands empty, unless I ask You what’s next. Light up my inner darkness, show me my fallen ways….
Not My Wounds
I’ve fought to “fix” myself from the woundings of abuse and trauma that I’ve survived in life. To pull out all the strands of this tapestry and keep only the truest shades as I rework the threads into a new masterpiece instead of these tattered rags. I’ve spent countless hours processing traumatic events and unlearning…
Smile is Wonder 