
If our eyes are windows to the soul,
why do we so often fail to see the reality?


As I look back over my life, the questions haunt me, ‘have I succeeded?’ and ‘how do you…
So death where is your supposed sting? Don’t you see, you ain’t no big thing. You were defeated…
There are many roads We will walk There are many loads We will carry Under the guise of…

A re-post of an older poem but we all need a reminder now and then. #YouMatter #YouAreLoved #HopeLives

This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back…