And I know that you can give me rest, So I cry out with all that I have left…
(To all of those who are ‘Worn’)
Similar Posts
The Circle of Life
Walking backwards through life From dark to light Death comes first makes no sense The circle begins Around…
The Hope of Things Unseen?
What is faith, the hope of things unseen? Events happen throughout our lives, hard times come with often…

“She died. She is dead.” Thoughts and coming to terms with the words.
Widowed and/or bereaved? And does it even really matter when the words don’t change the outcome? Widowed –…

‘Wake the Beast’ Poetry Submission – Top 11 Selection!
I recently submitted 7 poems to A.B. Baird Publishing for inclusion in the upcoming anthology “My Still Waters.”…

