The Yearning

Some early morning writing: The Yearning As the noise floods my mind, From every direction, all the time Your voice is still, quiet So I sit in silent desperation As the din overshadows my fractured heart Hoping, waiting for you In the darkness I reach, But not far enough I shout at the noise, But … More The Yearning

My Inner Struggle

My heart was pierced this morning by a dead guy. you can read what I read below, but know that you may find yourself in thoughtful contemplation as to the state of your heart and soul. How often do I say, “Things are good,” without taking stock of how things actually are? I’ve learned to … More My Inner Struggle