Grief and its Different Faces

My grandmother’s battle is over as of earlier today. Like every situation, you’re left wishing there were more opportunities—to spend … More

You Still Are

It’s been a while since I wrote like this on empty sheets and blank slates a stream of consciousness. One … More

When the tree gets it’s limbs cut off, it grows new ones in different places. That tells you two things: … More

At times there’s pain—an unheard cry for help or heard, but not understood. Sometimes it’s a winding path that takes … More

Your crippling depression brings all of those around you to their knees and so you’ve turned to holding the whip … More

I guess I’ll write to see if I can evoke the thoughts within my heavy head and chest. I guess … More

It was the first day of limited conversation and prophetic longing. The first day at the bed laying in emptiness … More

There is strength in knowing that you’ve traveled far and true in the realms of what it means to be … More

I just didn’t mind the aching muscles and tired temples right before the dawn. I wanted to explore new territory … More

Underneath the full moon I muster all the strength required of oceans to swish into shores in darkness. The sands … More