Musings of a healing person — I’ve been doing the practice of morning pages. Three pages of unscripted writing each morning to unload the junk from my mind. The results have been interesting. You might say my morning pages have become mourning pages. It’s amazing how much energy this type of journaling frees up. I believe…

And I’ll do it my way — It’s a new day Time to start fresh Purge the stench of yesterday And begin anew No use crying over the past No point mourning the dead That life has passed And will never come again Into today I march And try to find peace That quiets my heart And stills my nights…

Sustaining hope in a time of hopelessness — Echoes of the past Replay in my mind Sleepless nights haunt My waking dreams Everyone is leaving Look, there goes another They’ve abandoned me For better pursuits The emptiness burns And there’s no relief I can’t hold on By myself Silent screams with lying lips Tell me no one cares They torment…

Sustaining hope in a time of hopelessness — Echoes of the past Replay in my mind Sleepless nights haunt My waking dreams Everyone is leaving Look, there goes another They’ve abandoned me For better pursuits The emptiness burns And there’s no relief I can’t hold on By myself Silent screams with lying lips Tell me no one cares They torment…

The struggle to move forward — Grief is a hard emotion to write about. Sometimes prose doesn’t capture what I’m feeling, so I wrote this. I think there is a song in here, somewhere. When grief like a river, Washes over my weary soul My ragged breath stops And I fall to my knees. I cry…

Out of control —

A poem about the struggle with depression. —

Love is enough to break your chains — Grace wakes up alone again She wonders just how long it’s been Since she dared to hope things would change She stumbles down the darkened hall Illuminates the bathroom wall And stares into the mirror at her face It seems just too much to hope Her life would ever have…

From fear to peace —

I believed that you loved me — I think we all experience a time where we wonder why someone left us. Maybe it’s a person you cared for. Maybe it’s a crisis of faith. But we can all identify with the bitter feelings of being abandoned. …

A poem about the struggle with depression. —

I know what’s best —

Choose love — I’ve thought a lot about kindness lately. The past four months have been the darkest of my life. You see, my mother is dying by inches, and I have no community, family, or friends to be with me during this journey. It’s a lonely place. I’ve coped by trying to…

Hope in the darkness. —

Searching for you. — Pain surrounds me like Misty colored waters Is this real or just a dream? Where is the light shining Brightly through the trees To guide me on my way this time? Where have I been? And where will I go? The answer is hidden in the storm My wandering heart…

My chains are gone. —