
The Happiest Year of My Life
Trying to have more of a heart like Christ this year made me a bit of a dummy. Not because
Poetic reflections where heart meets language. Poems, and reflections on healing, faith, love, and becoming. These are the words that hold the truth of your journey and the beauty of your becoming.

Trying to have more of a heart like Christ this year made me a bit of a dummy. Not because

Exposed her body for a little more attention. Rejected lovers based merely on their net worth. Self-condemnation only appeared when

Why does intimidation rise when you see them? Why must you find a way to demean them? It’s as if

They lock eyes. There’s a feeling of familiarity here. His eyes start to fall. Her eyes enlarge. Who wronged who?

Pride will have you blinded to realities that are blatantly in front of you. There’s no way this person would

Oh Baltimore, Be Good to Me As I sit to write this piece, listening to the amazing Ludovico Einaudi, I

Being so far from normal makes me constantly feel alone. People look at me and say, “You’re so accomplished” And

The Night the Bedtime Story Ended Once upon a time there was a young girl who loved a good bedtime

Run after everything you want in this life. There will come a time where you have to pace yourself, rest

Maybe it’s fear. Or maybe it’s reality. Or maybe society’s tactic has worked because here I am, wondering once again
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