Thursday, 3 February 2022

 









While I scream for God's attention my demons laugh and wait.

Monday, 24 January 2022

 I struggle with life.

Most think it's where I'm at,

It isn't,

It's where I'm going. 

What do I have to offer,

What am I lacking,

To be me.

I see my future.

I can describe what it looks like.

It's a massive blank sheet with nothing written on it.

It's a snow storm in my mind.

It's quiet.

It's cold. 

No sound is getting through,

From the echoes of my dreams,

My screams into the distance,

Pleading for purpose,

For destination.

There's no return,

Like a sonar never touching mass.  

Like a dove,

Never finding land.

Did it drown,

In the futility,

Of effort.

Is it happy,

Somewhere,

With someone,

That found me,

Screaming into their own distance.

Did their sonar,

Find mine,

Losing the echo,

In purpose,

And embrace.

I hope.

I hope.


Wednesday, 3 November 2021

The gift of time

 Time is a gift we give and are given that we can't take back. A moment with a stranger can change you for the rest of the time you are given by life.

Grasp the value of time someone chooses to give you being the one they want to gift the most. It's breathtaking.